Unsealing and Unpacking

He looked into her eyes,she looked into his eyes. She then began her story.

"My compassion was always overlooked",she said.

Her face was dark,her eyes showing hurt,she continued,"I always walked that extra mile for everyone, too easily .Almost always I was hurt. One day I packed up all my extra compassion and sealed it . I was afraid it would pop up again. It dint ,and for good. I began to feel that part of me is lost ,but how could I have lost that part of me? It was my dearest part ! "

Tears rolled down her eyes.

That day in his arms she unsealed and unpacked all the compassion,he promised her, he'd always protect it.

She had found her dearest part again.

Complete or incomplete

He cried all day ! 

He had misplaced a piece from his favorite puzzle. 

For days he cribbed about it.

Along the years he lost a few more pieces,each time it hurt him.

He, however ,never learnt a lesson.

On some occasions he'd often find a lost piece, behind the closet. 

Nothing made him happier.

One day , he looked at the incomplete picture, strangely, it had never looked more beautiful to him.

He realised how sometimes, in the imperfection we find beauty.

He no more desired to complete the picture. He realised,the lost pieces only made him appreciate the incomplete picture more.

Let those who you lose be lost , probably that's the way it's meant to be.

The ones who are needed to complete the picture will always be found.

The ones who are lost, are those pieces ,who ,by disappearing are making your picture even more beautiful,they de clutter your picture.

One day you ll see , just as he saw. And it will make sense.

Behind the Closet.

Something I found behind the closet, old and dusty,it still made me smile. 

In a fraction it brought back a series of blinding pictures.

It was my favourite, it was indespensible to me, as I grew up I let go of it . It never let go of me and even today hiding behind the closet, dusty and smelly it succeeds in making me smile.

The freshness in old memories,

The clarity in what faded away,

The rythmn in the meaningless noise,

Such is the charm of all old things. 

We create memories,which cling to our old friends , our old people .

The way our old people know us no one can. They touch strings hidden behind the closet. It's all fancy , but what's behind the closet means so much more than what is in it. 

They know the hurt you've put behind, the joy given up , the inpiration that pushed you is now lying behind the closet .

It's good to peep sometimes , never know what could suddenly,unknowingly light your soul .

Darjeeling

I left a little bit of me everywhere in Darjeeling .

I left myself reading on the mall road.

I left myself eating Bhutta.

I left myself hiking to a temple.

I left myself gazing at the stars.

Some part of me is still in a tea garden staring at a woman doing her job.

A bit of me is at Glenery's enjoying a sinful dessert or two.

You could find parts of me eating an ice cream almost everywhere.

I see myself staring at the red panda in the zoo. 

I am smiling with such ease.

I'm walking aimlessly.

I'm sitting and thinking.

The breeze hits my face, the mountains delight my eyes and the tea warms me .

Darjeeling replenishes me,inspires me,and makes me happy.

My soul is happily trapped in Darjeeling.

Alternatively

In an alternative universe her lover would still be alive. 

In some other corner , his daughter who committed suicide would be happily married. 

In some hotel , he would ask his highschool sweetheart to marry him. 

In some college , she'd have finished her masters degree . 

In an alternative universe they are still in love. 

In another universe there are more seasons of friends to come. 

In some place the world war is not known of. No, what bombings? 

In a certain place energy crisis is no more an issue . 

What if we used these alternative universes to sieve our negative emotions and magnify our positive ones? 

He broke my heart , what if I left the hate in one alternate universe, the love in another and moved forward with experience?

I failed an exam . What if I left behind the excuses in an alternative universe and moved ahead with a lesson?

She's not my friend anymore . What if in an alternative world she still is ? What if I left all the guilt and the pain in another universe ? What if in this universe I had beautiful memories ?

In my present universe there's no what if. There is just This. In some universe I guess I'm a scientist . But in this universe I'm just me . No baggage . No inhibitions.

Just a desire to be happy and to do great things.

Masques

They arent what you see . He's not what he says he is . 

These masks are they deliberate ? Yes

But why ? Because we fear . 

We fear judgement . 

Who said you have to sit straight all the time ?But you have to . 

Why put on that fake accent ? But they won't accept you otherwise . 

Why those flashy clothes , the meaningless talk ? But that's how they take you in .

And all this covers the fear yet cripples the soul . 

Why not cha and why coffee ? 

Why not gariahat  and why Quest? 

Why not puchka why Taj ? 

When the joy is most in the little things , why chase the bigger ones ? 

Because we fear judgement . 

We won't say what we feel . We won't cry when we are hurt . We won't eat with our hands. We won't burp .We won't wear what we like . We won't take the bus if we want .

Everyone is desperately trying to fit in where they don't belong. We are all living in an illusion which we have created . What if we let this collapse ?

What if no one cares ? What if they care about the real things ? What if they rose above the trivialities ? What if ? 

But , is there enough courage to challenge a system ? Is there enough courage to seek the greater things in life ? 

In Retrospect

Sometimes I'm sickened by this constant pace chase ! Chase for grades , chase to have a perfect body, chase to be in the best college. I feel my spirit is being restricted . I want to detach for a while from this chase, I want to think , I want to stare at nature and marvel it's creations . I want to have knowledge that will not benefit me academically . I probably just want to be . I want to hear famous people , share their thoughts , have a few lazy lunches a few unshowered days . A sudden urge for the olden days pulls me with such power and leaves me longing for I know not what .I want to mellow this pace , come to a standstill . But , my spirit is too enthusiastic to give up the pace chase . Yet again , a conflict which nothing can resolve .