A Tragedy of Life..

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Its like taking a vow of celibacy on the day of marriage!!

A cherished amnesia

I don’t remember her face. I don’t remember her gaze.

I don’t remember the beautiful way she smelt.

I don’t remember her smile. I don’t remember her touch.

I don’t remember how wonderful it felt.

I don’t remember the screams. I don’t remember the shouts.

I don’t remember the passionate fights we fought.

I don’t remember the quips. I don’t remember the taunts.

I don’t remember the civility that she taught.

I don’t remember the way we used to join our names.

I don’t remember the pride with which I wrote them down.

I don’t remember the pictures that I hid behind frames.

I don’t remember the acts as an intentional clown.

I don’t remember all this. I don’t remember all that.

I don’t remember much of what happened as such.

All I remember now are things I remember not.

I wish I forget everything, I forgot.

Boys do cry...

Like the sea water that corrodes every naked metal,

the tear drops eat away the soul..

More you keep the tears inside;

More you become a self consuming blackhole.

Cry away, my dear boy! Cry and free those tears..

Don’t worry about what all the people would say; allay all your fears.

Nobody feels what you feel, but you; nobody would understand.

Your shoes are too worn out, for someone else to stand.

Those who say that boys don’t cry are the ones who never tried.

The empty shells of had been men who now congregate and lie.

So cry away my dear boy! It’s always better out, than in.

When heartbreak isn’t a crime, crying can’t be a sin.

To be or not to ___

Gaps, blanks & voids... that nagging creation of language and thought that breaks the continuity, that unleashes chaos into our seemingly perfect and coherent world..The ultimate source of cognitive dissonance... We, as human beings, have evolved ourselves into adjusting and tolerating with a lot of things in life (including the concept of after-life), but we have never really learned to live with a void. We just cant let a void be left alone. To be or not to be.

We take up the moral responsibility of filling up every void that comes in our life... As if the seamlessness in our lives is our prerogative... But we don’t always fill up this void with something that is of the same ecological constituent that surrounds it... So we hatch up excuses to explain gaps in education, career or life in general.. We try to fill the chasms in our hearts with cigarette smoke or a few pegs of whiskey.. We fall head over heals for somebody just to get over the pain and tribulation of falling head over heals for somebody... We think that we make these excuses or do these stupid acts of emotions and self-destruction in order to bring stability in the world around us; so that people don’t think of these gaps when they think of us. But in reality, we do this to bring a sense of stability within us.. So that we don’t see those gaps or void or chasms or heart breaks when we look at ourselves in the mirror... And we repeat these acts so often that sooner or later, we forget that it was our figment of imagination... We lie, to ourselves and to others, so often that the truth slowly suffocates from our indifference and dies..

If only we could let a void remain as it were.. To stand as a testament of how we tried and how we failed... To stand as an edifice of courage, rationality, compatibility and self-contentment that defined our character... Isn’t nothingness more respectable than something that should have never been there?

Life has been good to me..

It is so easy to personify life into a human-like creature... Treat it as a third person... and give it the diabolical ability to cause us pain... work with luck to make things work... connive with destiny to deprive us of all the things that we ‘think’ we deserve..

Unfortunately, our tendency to personify life is not just restricted to our sorrowful moments; it extends to the joyous ones as well.. When everything works as per plan, “Life is good”... “Life has given me everything I ever wanted”... “I’ve no complaints with life”...

This does not necessarily absolve it off all allegations of giving us a shady corner where we tend to hide our short comings.. Instead of accepting certain deficiency in our efforts or abilities, it becomes easier to just personify life and implicate it for all the wrong doings.. This only makes us vulnerable to repeat those same mistakes; face those same failures.. again and again and again..