• English Poetry

    Man in the Mirror

    I look in the mirror and try to place the face I see
     Is this the man that ten year old wanted to be
     Years have passed, time enough to have all the boxes ticked
     I remember the ten year old had a list
     The face in mirror has a dismissive look
     I gave it a shot and all that it took
     I did some of that and even more
     This ship has sailed now to many a shore
     I sense your pride said the boy
     You have the riches but where's the joy
     Happiness now is a mere pretence
     Blissful seems a life of ignorance
     You will learn in time about the rat race
     Have to give up a lot to find your place
     Gave up a dream or may be two
     What could've been no time to rue
     One last thing the boy said
     What I see now I don't look forward to
     When I am older I won't be you
     With those words the mirror cracked
     Suddenly I had a hundred me s
     Not one of them who I wanted to be
     I don't remember when or where the boy got lost
     I have to find him at any cost

  • 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…