• English Poetry

    Past Continuous

    It’s September again
     The great healer has ground on
     It’s passage though hasn’t erased pain
     Life meanwhile has been persistent and gone on
     But thoughts and questions they never cease
     The why and what if keep meshing new tales
     Indulging the heart, dancing the tease
     Memories coming to life in great detail
     Some things perhaps are just too good to be
     Breezy lives that leave happiness for your lifetime to last
     Angels passing by, meant for another world maybe
     Our present and future unfolding from their continuing past
  • Musings & Short Stories

    Unforgettable

    Have you ever felt guilty for having forgotten something? Something that in normal course would never ever have escaped you.

    Perhaps forgotten is not the apt word, perhaps not even the right word but in a strange sort of a way it is the word that you’ll use to chide yourself.

    It is an uncanny feeling when you know that there is something brimming underneath the surface but its not front and centre as far as your conscious mind is concerned. All day, you try figuring it out but you can’t.

    And then, like a bolt from the blue it hits you; BAD!! The realisation is like a ton of bricks crashing down on you.

    Question is; what is your reality?

    The fact that you knew something was coming, you thought about it, yet when it actually came you were not even conscious to it.

    So does that mean that our conscious mind builds these memorials and in a foolish sort of a way holds on to feelings of pain and angst whilst our sub-conscious mind takes a more practical approach and treats these occasions more matter-of-factly?

    I reckon there is merit to the argument that if time is the best healer of wounds and if, with passage of time you reach a stage where the only memories that remain are the happy ones, then, not remembering an occasion in effect is a part of the healing since the reason you primarily wanted to remember the occasion was an unhappy one.

    There is no point building memorials, they never are happy places. Sometimes its just good to forget. Its our minds way of telling us that we have indeed moved on.

    All that is required is perhaps a remembrance and it comes in that fleeting moment of quiet acknowledgement. The real deal is mustering up courage to embrace reality.

    So here’s to our sub-conscious mind doing its bit for keeping our “Happiness Quotient” up. 

    Fact of the matter, there are somethings you don’t need to remember, invariably they are also the things you cannot forget.

    To end, in good old fashion a few lines from a song made popular by Nat King Cole

    Unforgettable, that’s what you are

    Unforgettable though near or far

    Like a song of love that clings to me

    How the thought of you does things to me

    Never before has someone been more

    ……Unforgettable in every way

    And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay…

  • English Poetry

    The Elixir

    The memories of my past are fast fading
     Idols of my childhood years are disappearing
     Takes a moment for me to realise age has caught up
     Decades have passed since, that mid-life has struck
     The question I ask, is it living in denial?
     Some persistent experimentation or obstinate trial
     Or an inexplicable belief that there’s time left on the clock
     That the ship of life is setting sail not readying to dock
     Such is and fortunately so, the journey of life
     We hang on to the joys to help us tide the strife
     What better time than youth, times of unfettered existence
     High on life, dreams in our eyes, oh! that exuberance
     Wish one could order some of those days “to go”
     Our little perk up snack when life hits a low
     Then you look up and find that helping hand
     The party pack you did carry, your friend!