'US'

I can see my Life being reflected in your words ...your silence.....and the similarity fills me with infinite Pleasure . I can see it in the smallest Detail , I find myself Recalling it again and again , and each Time bringing more Detail out of sunken memory . And the Hopes , the Hurts and the Dreams seem to converse together as if placed with in Brackets.The Symphony of their muted Music seems to float up towards the sky ........and somewhere it Merges with Mine.......And suddenly I can see the Rainbow of your vision.......From my Eyes.....and Life gets from being Black n White to Technicolor........

' THE JOURNEY '

She closed the doors......

She had trapped herself and marched into the labyrinth of her own construction , and was too dazed , too scared , to insist on making her own way back......

But , an Imposing congregation had massed itself around her first certainties and now it was beckoning her to come back......

Inside , She may have been about to embark upon a long confession, in which She would find her feelings as She spoke them and lead herself out of her numbness , towards something that resembled both incoherence and clarity.....

But , She hesitated....

In that brief moment , the storm raging inside her ebbed and calmness captivated her. The silence was deafening but She heard her Heart speaking out to her.....beckoning her......back

Then She turned back...slowly....

The stormy surface had yet to recover its Tranquillity , and the Turbulence which was driven by the lingering spirit of her fury yet to cease.

She opened the doors.....

He put his hand flat upon the turbulent surface , as though to quell it .......

And then .....She came out.......

It was one of those Rare Mornings which declare itself with a boastful extravagance of warmth and light and new leaves , as the New Beginning.............

Incoherent Musings

" Once ,

I had ,

Strength ,

Trust ,

and ..........Will.

I stood High ,

Erect ,

Undaunted ..................

Now ,

The overbearing facade ,

Lies crumbled .

Weak ,

unsure ,

unwanted ...................

Memories,

of past glory ,

scurry ,

along broken corridors...............

I sifted through the dust............

and got ,

Remains of a kiss ...............

Echoes of passion ................

Murmurs of promises................

and a love lost....................."

'PAST'

In certain fragile moments

You can not

hold contemplation

at the gates of delibrate chaos.

It drifts in

And seeps past the haze

you have been clinging on to

so hard

And hits you right in the eye of your mind.

You can not escape it.

Its life.

Alive and Real and Lived.