Terror hits

I had come across a particular real life story a few days back, about the lone survivor in a family which was wiped off in a blast. The story of the lone survivor who has now lost all hopes was so touching. Here goes my version.

They ripped apart this life
They ripped apart its hope
They darkened the morrows, with those shots
And I live torn, with long gone happiness

Long way ahead seem darkest of darkest
Even glimmers of hope brutally guillotined
Will this survive one more of those hits
I wish, at least I do not survive to write on that

Would have wished if it were a bit less painful
Would have wished if it were to come soon
Would have wished if it were to come silent and scoop me off
But then what difference would it make now that I'm left numb
Yes , but now I wish I could mourn my own loss
But this terror has left me so barren that even tears elude

Caught in Tornado

Recently I had come across a news item which showed miseries faced by a particular family torn by several tragedies. The story was heart rending and it kept haunting me for days. In my own way I'll try to say what the lady of that house was saying in between sobs.


One feels really lost,
As the years fly by, life amidst,
Tears fill the mind,
As the heart takes the brunt.

One moves ahead, wobbling,
With the filth of grief engulfing,
The rest of what is left,
Of this misery called life.

Tossed up and down,left and right,
In an ocean of plain bitterness,
One is left struggling for breath,
With only one thing in wait.

Adventures of mine

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.
- G. K. Chesterton

I don't know in what context did G K Chesterton make the above statement. But in this time of a wrongly considered adventure of mine I find it apt to use.

More often than not I've felt that the people of the cross section of society that I 've seen in this part of the world is by nature in a state of a sort of moral putrefaction which give their thoughts an inclination towards assuming that 'unless proven innocent, you are guilty'.

Now that you are already looked upon as despicable, the lion's share of your mental strength goes in holding back the tears and nursing the bleeding gash on your mind.

Now, you have two options. You can accept that you are worthless and take their suggestions or You can fight back and prove that you were and are right in your place.

If you are too shattered you may choose to accept their suggestions.

But if you are too shattered that it makes you feel deprived of your right to live your own life , fight back. Not at them, as they don't deserve even to be fought with. Fight back at the negative energy building within you, because there are better tomorrows and to be happy you need to be content only with yourself.

As life goes on, somewhere down the line you will learn to forgive too. As life goes on somewhere down the line you will learn to smile at them too....

Facing the wall....

I hear myself talking something. All of a sudden I realize I am standing there , facing a dull and drab wall. I try to figure out how long had I been standing like this? Who am I speaking to? Why is'nt there a reply? Because I don't deserve one? Or is it because I was just talking to the wall, the wall that I created around myself to protect my rather fragile soul? Where am I to get the answer from now? The soul, the wall or my own fallacies?

Cryptic and elliptic

I don't know if anybody ever has solved or will ever solve this puzzle called life. The moment you think that things are in place and heave a sigh of relief you hear your world crumbling just behind you. I don't have a solution for it. But by now I have learned to tell myself that if everything seems alright there definitely is something terribly wrong. Pessimistic you may yell but optimistic I would say. But then I manipulate my own thoughts so that the worry doesn't bury me and I get strong with in my own skin to face the monster.

When in wait for the worse I would weigh my own worth and estimate how much I can shed if the dreadful thought comes true. In the end there is clarity as to what best can be done if the most horrible of things occur. More than often the most horrible things do not happen or give way to a less harmful things and then one is left wondering what worth the worry had!!

They too had only 24 hours!!

Once a friend of mine was complaining that she just was not finding time for any thing other than office, cooking and daily mad sprint to office and back. It appeared as one of the usual complaints the rather fussy friend of mine makes. I had almost forgotten it (that is what I thought!). But, a few days back as I was rushing to the office leaving my half-eaten breakfast behind I realized that I too am tending to cry out loud "Oh My!! Where does the time run to?" Just as we were talking I just happened to mention this incident to another friend , who immediately said "Even Madam Curie, Thomas Alva Edison and Einstein had only 24 hours! Very much like you and me "

My Teleidoscope

I had been thinking about having blog for quite some time. Once I decided to have one , mind started troubling me on what name could I give to my blog.
As I may not stick to any particular topic in my writing and would be jotting down my random thoughts at random I thought I could call it "My Teleidoscope".

A teleidoscope uses a clear sphere instead of bits of colored glass. When you look through the opening, the teleidoscope will make a kaleidoscopic image from whatever you are viewing. There is no end to the variety and color combination possible.

Mind is like a teleidoscope . .One tends to see happiness in everything when one is happy... Simplest of objects such as a bloom of morning glory in the garden just outside the window, the patch of azure sky one looks at while seated at the dining table for the most plain of the foods and everything seem to radiate happiness. But when you are sad , down and out the same things may not look the way they used to. So mind is a sort lens of your teleidoscope!! Does it mean that what we see , rather what we think what things are , depends on the state we are in??!!