It was a regular day, but with some aberrations and slips.
My wife left the half-finished cup of tea and hurried to catch her bus, as always, except that she forgot her usual waving of the hand at me: a gesture I had grown so accustomed to. My son carried that burden on his shoulders and rushed out of the room, like he did but he didn't bang the door behind him: a noise that I had got so familiar with. The elevator had been 'full' and my steps moved towards the stairs as a routine Just that the lift reached the ground floor before me I lost the race that I had been winning till now. The scooter needed seven kicks to start and I could smell the belching smoke as I sat to drive when I realized that something was missing: the helmet that I could never do without. The watchman at the gate was busy making some entry and didn't greet me with that customary 'hello' I sped past him, without bothering to offer him back a broad smile. There were normal bottlenecks I tried paving my way through the nightmarish traffic But encountered two cabbies trading punches on the road and I punched in late. Putting my bag near my office computer My hand reached my pocket for the mobile. I checked it, one unread message: 'Meet me asap: Boss'. I thought it was about missing the deadline, But it was another slip: the pink one.
Beyond the layoffs...the invisible ache
This ******* of insight,
imprisons me in a thought that mocks the shackles
A word comes out
screaming at me from the blank page. Unwritten and unsaid till now it no longer wants to stay in the white void of mute inarticulations, but as it leaves the snow-like sheet, it refuses to show itself to the world and merges in the unseen sky of infinite expressionlessness
The dice defies
many a choice
In the foggy mirror
of a thought, the invisibility of a vague dilemma reflects
You don't have to
flex your strength in every battle. There are many wars that you have to fight with your inaction. It might appear to be your weakness but actually holds the power to bring peace.
Our monster moments
are too many, our saintly seconds too less.