Age, and Love!

 Fond memories flash across the mind,

Old melodies still make the heart flutter,

Familiar aches still wring the heart,

Yet we have aged!

They say, age is just a number....

Numbers muddled and forgotten!!

Time slipped through the fingers!

And here we are!

Greying  and withering and bending and....

And ageing!?

Those days of new-found youth,

Those moments of stumbling upon love,

Those years of friendship and promises!

It seems like yesterday!!

Those were yesteryears....

Now fragments of the past,

Yet close to the heart,

Bits and pieces of me!

Let me pick those up

And preserve in a box, 

Some day, some Pandora will open it!

Those bits will acquire wings and fly...

To the unknown, to the oblivion, to the freedom.

Questions, And Answers!

 Questions...  And answers, 

Even questions without answers! 

The soul is torn and pricked and pronged,

For answers which do not exist!!

I am My Mind, my mind is My Soul,

And I exist.... Beyond your questions!

Nothing bothers me now

Answers have never been the goal.

Catharsis!

 I promise myself that I will be happy.

Happiness escapes grip, like an illusion!!

I promise I will transcend the anxieties.

Anxiety and stress rule everyday life!

I promise myself tomorrow is a new day.

Depression too has a new face!

Can I find refuge in writing?

Venting out... Will it act as a catharsis?

May I just burn out all emotions?

And may I just emerge anew?

May the art prevail over the artist!

May it burn down the negative emotions!

May it purify the soul and crown it afresh.

Amen.