Teenage Conundrum

I waded through corridors looking for signposts to somewhere I belong. You held the one directing me back to myself. And there I found my peace. On one of those days when nothing made sense, the pettiness and futility of it all threatening to pull me down, You held me up. Plead with me to hold it together. And there I found my strength. With the lights turned off My thoughts turned on You lie next to me singing lullabies. And here I fall asleep. Through the fleeting glances and blurring images, You are a mosaic I always see. And here I paint my beautiful smile. You are Confidence. You are that part of me I confide in. Confide in confidence.

Feet buried in prickly sand, he sat. Waters of the sea stared back at him. They were his oldest friend, his warm comfort of familiarity. Until one day came the floods, wrecking his house to a pile of rubble, tearing apart his family. He returned of course, to meet again; Grey net held in a tight clasp. Being a fisherman was all he knew. It was all he was. Books with thick spine and emptied refills. For the longest time, her grades were how she measured herself. Today, she can’t help but laugh at herself. She looked up earnestly at the countless stars twinkling above. This new year she longed to wish her father first. ‘Martyred’ is the word they used. An eight year old might not have known what sense to make of it. And yet, as the tricolor wrapped coffin was lowered, the girl stood in front, tears rolling down soft cheeks, at attention, hands folded in a stiff salute. Cackling in merry, the baby held his finger, with two delicate hands. What mo...

The illusion of the sun setting on a summer evening became the character of a canvas mounted on a stand by his window. Rohan had a room with quite the view. There was something about today’s sunset that aroused our abstract artist’s deep rooted passion. He got to work. Each stroke of his brush infusing colours (be it dull , be it vibrant ) onto the woven fabric as his skilled hands moved in harmony with his thoughts.                                                      ***** The old man sat on a park bench after walking five rounds along the circumference of the park’s circle of grass ; outlined by a bed of flowers, its centre was marked by a tall tree standing sturdily in solitude. Lasya occupied the only bench th...

On rare evenings of fervent flamboyance, Sun shines oblique. Divides leaves in dark, in light, into patches, in green. A plane flies in the skies, that the bird glides... Feathers of black and, white dabbed at the tip of its wings. As music shuts out all noise, I see. Your eyes searching when am swaying, in directions unknown. The sands levitate as I touch ground. I can see you, wondering and then, you smile. Feel my presence, Oh ! My presence... stronger now than ever. Remarking your opposition, for I feed your rebellion. I do hear...hear things you never said, my love. I could read you stories,real. Of people, living, amusing. Better even than your fictional tale or a fairy tale. For, I know. Yes ! I know the faces you see in the clouds of clarity. O Humanity, destruction you wrought upon yourself. For your insecurities hidden, your strength you 've proven. I can see right through you, my friend. I 've been there in your deepest co...

Sit back, look back. Oh my friend, Do you remember? First day you stepped into college. The nervous glances, awkward intro's, seeking comfort ,finding friends, blending in. Do you ? Do you? Don't you remember? That girl with the strange name, And that guy with the goofy laugh. That hot senior your friend couldn't take her eyes off. That lame teacher whose pj's you couldn't get over and, That adorable teacher whom you couldn't help but swoon over. Don't you? Don't you? The despicable internals, the long list of assignments, those class tests, those semester exams... them cake fights, the lectures we bunked, the inside jokes we cracked, the code names we created. All the things we did together, All the situations we faced together, All these experiences build up like a sand castle, streaked by glittering colors, adorned by sea shells. A gigantic wave from the ocean so vast... may hit the shore and return our castle to...

Teenage Conundrum is one year and three days old as on today. I happened to realize that this evening. At first I was all like… “how stupid of  me to forget” and all. Once I was done doing that, the elation just over came me. I was just so sooo happy. I still am. I want to scream , shout , dance , sing and “yaaaaayyyyyy”. Am truly, madly, deeply joyed. Am ecstatic, am exhilarated, am pleased. All good feelings. It is over whelming to know it has been a year already. To think that I was holding back to start a blog! Sometimes even when you know you are good at something or there is this idea in your head that you think could work wonders if you act on it…yet you hold back. You can’t quite put your finger on why you do so. You stagger before you have even taken the first step. The first step is the longest stride. Don’t wait for the right time. Whenever, wherever you decide to start…it is the right time.   Look at me now. This blog makes me feel confident. It keeps my...

Just when you think you are losing it, you are getting stuck in routine or that what you are doing is not quite what you think you ought to be doing...stop and give your self a moment...of silence, of calmness and then, Try to look at the same thing that's bothering you from a new perspective...a different angle or an alternative view. And make sure that this time you look at the brighter side. Sure,right now maybe things might not be as you expected them to be.Then again, Can you really expect what is going to happen? Of course you can , but you can't be certain. And  that is the joy of it. What if you woke up tomorrow and I played out the rest of your day like a movie, would you still be interested in getting out of your bed and going out there to chase your dreams and live your life ? Of course not . Uncertainties are not bad . They are more like inevitable. They keep that element of surprise alive. It's the liveliness that gives  you the energy to wake up every day ...