Of Contrast, Of Chaos

There was a storm raging. Outside, the sun shone bright after many days, rendering its warmth to all things cringed up after weeks of sunless freeze that had captured Nantes - a small on the north west of France. There was a tempest in his mind of all things unrequited love took him through... takes everyone through. Outside, his mother poured yet another coffee for yet another happy group that had stepped out after days of house arrest that the ruthless winter had put them through. He flew into a fit of rage to break yet another one of the set of shot-glasses she had got him. Outside, the calm had beset the town as its people basked in the warmth of the new sun, absorbing the beautiful sight, appreciating the temporariness of it - the fickle sun! Tomorrow another freeze fest starts; today's all they've got. There was a calm that pervaded his heart - he knew there was no going back from this pain and in that moment it became a part of him: his eyes, never the same light in them; his smile, never the same innocence in it; his mind, never to go through these motions again.

(Working on a sequel)

An Epigram

Well this is not my writing for a change. But a really moving poem that I recently came across:

‎"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life
It sinks, and I am ready to depart."
- Landor

Insomnia

I no longer know who I am
from being someone I knew

I have lost myself
In the foresaken abyss that life and love have become

What I search here is myself
What I find here is nothing
What I wish to find here is love again

i watch the sand glass cry
the sands of time fall, so shy
counting down the time, till my eyes dry

Hearts

I was heart broken
I picked up a fag
Blew rings
That became hearts

With a wave of hand
I broke the hearts.

The totem

He sat there
Looking at her
His music playing in his head
He waited years
He waited ages.

She lay besides him
Beauty of His creation
Oozing out of her
Even though, it tempted him not
It was in its grasp
That he was caught.
He was lost.
Like a ruthless arrow
It shot through his heart.

Woken up now,
His dream was shattered.
Troubled with the reality
He fought to hold onto his sanity
With the totem of his love.


No one minds getting lost in dreams. It's reality that most fear. We need a totem (an anchor) - not to avoid getting lost in dreams but to avoid getting lost in reality. Hold on to your totem. Do anything, don't lose it. Its painful, being lost.

Mr Enrique, now I know why...

Taking sun in its stride
It shines like a diamond with fervor

Drop a tear in my wine glass
And I shall savor it forever