Phir wohi kahani .... Repeat telecast?

Damn .... Once again , a repeat of the last blunder....
A mistake I don't wanna repeat again...
Once more ... the same situation ...
An outright asking for help ...
An outright cry for love ...
Nah, this time a strict No, No ...
Had enough on my plate to make history repeat itself...
No ways... Not a total stranger ....
Never met ...
Just an acquaintance ....
Nope, don't wanna fall int this trap again.
Funny are the ways of the Lord...
Sending people my way ....
Very well knowing that ....
Am wary of the same kind of moves ....
Am wary of the same mistake being committed twice over.
Once bitten twice shy ....
Am not gonna fall in this trap again.
This time round ...
No repeat telecast ....
Cast away the reel in the dustbin ....
No more ....
No time to waste on trivial pursuits...
No time for anyone else.

Relief ...

What a relief! Whew! ...
Thought she would never leave ...
What lacklustre performance ...
A shame to call an educator ...
Full of mistakes ...
And, falsehood ....
Thank God! She has left .....
Didn't know how to tell her...
On her face ....
That she was a no good teacher.
Always messing up things ...
Messing up plans ...
Messing up accounts ...
Spellos... yikes! A nightmare ...
Looks ... Horror movie heroine ...
The moment one saw her ...
One's mood would be off ...
Always full of spite for others...
Pointing out other's mistakes ...
Never looking at her own self ...
And the blunders she had created.
Thank Lord! The virus is out of the system ...
A pain to call her a teacher.
Have lot of unwinding to do ...
Unwinding the mistakes she had created ...
A bane in the name of Education ...
A shame to our name.
What a relief.... she is out of the system now...
On her own ...
Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Aching ....

Am aching and itching all over ...
The itch has begun...
To yet begin another journey ...
Another adventure to go on ...
My feet never still..
Not a still water ..
But, a stream...
A brook lively with colours and bloom...
The banks alive with life ...
Sounds of critters and music of birds..
A life beckoning me to leap ....
And, reach beyond and yonders....
A life calling out ....
Asking me to live again....
Toleave everything behind ...
To plunge in the labyrinth of another life...
A whirlpool of emotions ....
Knowing not  what lies ahead...
But, yet the adventurous soul within  wants to move forth ....
Experience the goodness of living once again.
An ache ...
A deep within feeling ....
The wanderlust bug has bitten me again.

Bemused wanderings of a naughty mind...

Amused at the hilarious situations people put themselves in. Perched on precarious precipices men, women and children place themselves in. The heart; it is a rather serious comedienne; making us do things, we couldn't ever imagine ourselves doing but we .... we end up doing and making all the silly mistakes that a third person looking at us would scoff at and make fun of us. But, heart; dear dear heart makes a fool of itself always.

But, no regrets. What the heck we all make a fool of ourselves once in a while .. some like me, make a fool of themselves all the time. But, what is the lesson learnt? Keep it in mind always ... you came alone you shall go alone ... you might find a companion in the journey of life ; some who can cope with your speed of travel... some get left behind .. some move ahead and disappear in the oblivion ... Don't lose yourself ... gather your wits and have another show... It will be a complete sell out.

Wander you must. Call yourself a wanderlust traveller in this journey of life. Travel in style.Live life King size and Queen size  There is no other alternative but to move ahead always. Movement should be a constant in your life always.

Wander in the woods or in the concrete jungle you reside in ... but wander you must. There is no alternative to motion. Motion is life itself. Slow or fast; keep moving ... never look back ... there is no looking back ... what's left behind was never meant to be. Just gather your wits, nothing else is needed  to survive ... a good sense of humour... the ability to make a joke out of yourself and every situation in life. Only a true human being can laugh at his or her own self and yet be happy. Be naughty, be childlike... forgive but don't forget the lesson learnt ... move on ... before the sun sets you need to find a place where all like minded souls meet and have a gathering of intellectuals ... wandering minds all out to have some fun.

Am a bemused wanderer ... with wanderlust in her eyes ... stardust in her gaze ... spring in her gait ... a faraway look searching for the cloudburst that is her final abode...

Of late ...

Of late, I feel life has become less hectic. Maybe just a phase, everything seems to be at peace; even me.
The general feeling of nothing really happening seems dull. Is it that the adage 'There's a lull before a storm' apply here? Dunno, I guess I am just imagining it ... but, a new phase is about to begin, more intense and much more hectic but never the less exciting; I guess.

Of late, maybe it's the holiday season, too many days going lazying about, lolling around; doing absolutely nothing... Maybe that is making me feel so lethargic or is it the weather... the nip in the air... winter starting with the bang of firecrackers ... long movie marathons... festivities and loads of rich food to go with it... making me lazy. Nah, lazy; I ain't.

Then, what is it that makes me think that there is too much silence around? Is it that Silence is the fence around wisdom? The fence within which I am cocooned and ensconed warm and cozy. Like a caterpillar all set to become a butterfly. A colourful and meaningful life ahead.

Of late ... the feeling is of peace ... the ultimate bliss each one seeks in a world full of conflict, aches and pain.
Inner peace .... like I have reached the end of my journey  and there is no more to travel. It is time to bid adieu to all and sundry and moving to the next level. Full Stop.

Love isn't just a word ...

Love ... A word? Nope....
Love isn't just a word ....
A feeling or state of being ...
It is prayer in broad daylight ....
It is humbleness at its very core...
He proves it by remaining quiet.
Words couldn't have made the same impact .....
As his silence did.
Not a word ...
Yet he said it all ...
The mute message ....
Was all, he sent across...
But the message was well understood....
A relation only true lovers can relate to ....
A state of being ....
Only true lovers can be in....
A feeling only true lovers can feel ...
Without the formality of touch ....
Or verbal communication ....
The body language ...
The silence says it all.
Love isn't a word by itself ....
It is what true lovers prove ...
Even by being apart .....
Yet meeting each night in their dreams....
Where no one can disturb them ....
All on their own ....
They hold each others hand ...
That's it .... that is all that is needed....
For love to flower in a desert of silence.
Love isn't just a word ...
It's an echo of the beating of two hearts ....
In unison to the sound of music ...
Entrenched deep within them.
A soulful song ....
Strings being strummed .....
Words hummed ....
Soft music... yet strong influence....
A congruence of two rivers....
Melting of ice in Ocean....
What you see outwardly is just a bit ....
There is a lot beneath the surface ....
A strong undercurrent ....
Someday the lovers will meet ....
When all is settled ...
When the murky water settles...
Then in the crystal clear brook ...
Will you hear the melodious sound of the lovers music.
Love isn't just a word ....
It is music to the ears.

On second thoughts ....

Why do we make our lives so complicated?
Am having second thoughts ....We have so many whims and fancies...So many contradictory thoughts ...
So many hassles to deal with ...So many idiosyncrasies ...We make life complicated for ourselves and others ...with our actions.

Our actions .... our thoughts ... make us do wild things ... wild decisions ... which we, of course regret later .... but, all the more while deep in the middle of it ...we just overlook it and end up getting bruised and hurt.

On second thoughts, why do the action which we may regret later? Why not remain cooped up in our little pigeon holes and be safe? Why not remain in our fear based cabins and never come out? Afraid of getting hurt? Why? That's what makes you better and better each time ... else you would be just like anyone else... just living .... living under the shadows, never venturing out ... just alive ... a zombie ..a living dead. Where would your self be? Where would your creativity be? You are a nobody and will remain so forever... what would you have achieved? On second thoughts ... Are we here to achieve something? Are we existing coz' we need to make a mark and leave a legacy behind so that people remember us? Height of narcissism... That's it.

On second thought... why not just live for yourself? Why not be you ? Why not just let things be and move on and find a path of your own? That is the state of nirvana which we all seek. Pure bliss... no hangups ... just you and your thoughts and the culminating actions thereof. Why do we make our lives so complicated?

Expectations! Yes, the root cause of any conflict in our mind. We expect too much from others. We give in order to receive .... expectations ... that kill the soul within .... too much to handle... too little to give.... yet expect to receive always.

We haven't yet outgrown our idiosyncrasies or our boots of youth. We are just floating around expecting things to be hunky dory always. It is not so. We are just playing our parts in a game ... a mind game of sorts .. that makes our libido high ... a kick that lasts for a second and then nothingness ...  a hollow ... a black hole ... immense .. within which we lose our senses and selves.

A trajectory path that we undertake when we are catapulted into a state of high intensity emotions and then all lies still when we are in deep space and a melancholic sadness fills us up. The highs and lows of life.

On second thoughts... it's as though we are being experimented upon and a log is kept of our reaction to situations. We are being watched. We are guinea pigs in a big laboratory of life called Earth.

Family ...