Slice of a lost story

Slice of a lost story - 1

Once while on their usual commute in the local train, she asked, "I often wonder why almost everyone
starts staring at me as soon as I enter the compartment. I know I ain’t that beautiful"!

And he replied, "when a cute kid comes around, don’t you feel like gazing upon him , googli woosh his cheeks, even talk and play with him if allowed ? …........ you are like that kid"!

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Categorizing Confusions…

Just wanted to give my little brain some rest by squeezing out all the worries on paper—rather on ‘Word Doc’… starts here … Nowadays I am opining, it would have been probably good if I thought less…. Ordered disorders and qualms follow: “Everyday type”… Over - what to wear, when, with what accessories, among which type of crowd … Over - how to start, what to write, what I m confused about… Also, over - what to write while sending some documents to the manager…and the stuff is reframed numerous times… Over - which friend to call, finally none and then this one lands in “stern” type.. Over - my access card so I hunt it in my bag almost daily on walk to workplace, to finally “discover”, probably it fell from the chair and escaped my mind.. Over - how to say ‘No’ to a flat mate when she will mistreat my belongings.. so mean of me … “Stern”… Over - wha...

Spaces

At times we have everything, Yet something keeps missing…! For spaces too hold a place… Spaces… holding memories’ case.. Memories.. which bring smile… Make the case even more fragile..! Dearest ones leave reminiscences.. And intensify the burden of their absence..! Pondering makes the decisions weak, Makes one feel helpless and meek..! True... choices define our lives… Don’t be so greedy.. No one forever survives..! Laugh out loud .. and understand .. Why some smile and some pretend..! Pray for the best but believe more.. Beliefs are magical in healing sores! Have faith on time..It may vacate the space.. If it doesn’t, you are as good as an ace !

It doesn't matter ...

For whom am I living? For whom will I die? My existence doesn’t matter, How hard I may try! Dozen acquaintances and a family, Some understand some ignore, How long to ask for console? Most of them got bored! Tears, the eternal buddies, Will flow and accompany, till you are at ease! They comforted when u opened your eyes, Will stay till you surrender and cease!! Aimless I breathe.. And count the hours that pass, Wish I knew the breaths in account.. To know, how long will it last..!! Hope is the worst thing, It shouldn’t exist, It keeps you prolong.. Which couldn’t last long..! Traversed so far but didn’t reach anywhere, Still no clue .. If it doesn’t even matter? For whom am I living ..? For whom will I die…?

Enriching my Odyssey

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