Numb

Frozen, right to the core where the little butterfly called hope lives.
The flutter of its wings tears of the silence of the night.
Somewhere a dog picks up its ears.....trying to gauge the strength of the one who has dared to challenge the night.
The honey dipped moon sits silently perched on its ethereal throne, scared even to breathe.
Trees stand still, their leaves silent and the also the soul of the universe running through one and all.
The grass asleep until someone walks over and tramples it.
The butterfly is so utterly alone.....so beautiful but who shall see the many colourful hues that adorn her body. What is she supposed to do? What is expected out of her. Shez hope, not just for herself but for many many across the lands. Flutter till her wings give way....she will....but will that be enough? She wonders as she pushes the last few ounces of her energy into the flutter called life.

Existential apologies

It's again that time of the year....but why is it so different this time round. Time seems to be frozen at one moment and at another passing before my eyes like slides outside a time machine. It seems like just yesterday, when we stood outside the church holding hands and when I try to look deeper it seems like a dream set on a distant island ages ago.

So much has slipped through the hour glass ever since. Not just the tiny beads of timeless sand but fragments of me. I look at myself in the mirror and almost always expect an introduction from the other side. Feel high, but its not the high that the rains bring along or good times with great friends sadly not even something like what grass does.....its a numb high...with a piercing pain somewhere, not sure where exactly.

Coffin cries....

Long time.....a whirlwind of emotions, occurrences, questions and regrets. They say a life well lived is one without regrets....I fail to understand how. how can we not have regrets in life....a life where one has to take decisions day and night based on limited information, limited options and a strange sense of being individuals not really aware of who we are, what is it that we want at the end of it all. Not all our decisions can be right, it just is not possible; at least that is what I think. Another way of looking at it is when we do all that we think is right at any given moment we never have to regret at a later date that we failed to stand up to a given occasion. But doesn’t that in itself give rise to many a situations where we say...darn, I could have lived my life without doing this or that. Regrets then I guess are a part and parcel of our existence, whether we like it or not.