Future...

He opened his eyes and saw that it was day again. The sun shining through the alternating patterns of the glass resembled a chess board of light. And in a brief instant he was reminded why he thought it all ended. He was alive. For a brief moment he thought it ended, from the flashing of his life right before his eyes to the sudden abrupt stop of everything that ever meant something to him, he thought it just all came tumbling down. But here he was, opening his eyes again. Standing up, ever so slowly and brushing off the dirt and crud from himself. He picked himself up and stood...

Blue...

He sat there at the pinnacle of everything he’s achieved and yet he was not happy. He sat atop his laurels and undying congratulatory handshakes and yet despite being surrounded by people who were indeed happy for him he felt the silent pangs of loneliness. Yes, he was lonely. His melancholic mood did not help either as his heart slowly withered away. He felt it growing colder, smaller, and with every breath died a little as he trudged along what he called a meaningful life. Success didn’t mean anything anymore. He was always working for a goal, an ideal, a dream,...

Standing...

Seth stood there. He just stood looking out into the great unknown. He felt the pain in his heart and yet he did not allow himself to be engulfed by it. He closed his eyes, and under the stillness of his breath and quietness of the wind, whispered a simple prayer. This brief instant of clarity and pain and weight on him allowed him to become emotional and for the first time to truly feel what it is to be human. He was still lucid enough to be rational though. His eyes slowly opened, like the dawn breaking and rays of light started to penetrate his consciousness. He saw hope. It...

Sitting...

He stood there waiting for an occurrence. Just anything. A wind to blow a gentle breeze, a rustling of the fallen leaves, a chirping of a bird. But nothing yielded to his simple wish. It was as if the world was one with what he was feeling. Its been a tough couple of months for Seth. A whirlwind of emotions both elation and at the same time despair occupying the same place in his being. Curse the duality and complexity of feelings. If he were a cat, dog, or sheep he would just be either, hungry, sleepy, in heat, or satisfied. Alas, there will be no happiness and yet there...

Simple Things...

The View From The Cliff Was Stunning She rose from bed with a bleary look in her eyes. She quickly recounted a vague dream. But that quickly passed. She put aside her pillows and quickly jumped to her feet. It was a new day. She did her morning rituals in dire anticipation of how her day will unfold. She was her own heroine in her own little life story. She got ready for work. It was 6:30 AM In another part of the country, he sat on a verandra staring out in the beautiful cove. The lush greenery and serene surroundings beckoning for him to relax was just too overwhelming. Yesterday,...

Watching...

He sat by the window. The huge glass separating him from the world outside. There was a chilly breeze. The “ber” months was finally making itself felt. He looked out in the vast world and wondered where she was. He didn’t know who this SHE was, and yet he longed for her. To feel her embrace. The texture of her soft skin. He can only imagine. The table clock read kept blinking 4:02 AM. He had hardly gotten any sleep at all. So much work to do so little time. The silent roar of the air conditioning unit reminded him that he has got to get back to work. He moved...

How to Shoot a Life...

She walked aimlessly along the streets. The whiz of cars passing by eager to get home were all but just a backdrop to the thoughts racing inside her head. She slowly raised her arms and brought the viewfinder to her left eye. She composed the scene as best she could. She wanted to so blindly just keep on clicking. But that would be stupid. Into the heart of the city she dared to venture. Crossing streets, following sidewalks, it was all just a game. She was looking for that perfect shot. From a distance, she could hear the thunderous roar of midnight traffic. Everyone wanted...

Beauty and Darkness...

Nightscape He looks outside his window. A light drizzle has started to fall. He had lost all track of time. He gathers his things and prepares to leave this place that he calls “an office”. He quickly jots something down in a blue ledger and proceeds to silently exit the building; lost in his own thoughts. He had just barely realized his own consciousness and now a beautiful new experience was upon him. He deliberately walks slowly in the rain, making sure his every step is firmly planted on the now damp grass. Tiny droplets of water float down from the endless and...

Bloosom...

She opened her eyes as the sun’s rays were piercing her already half-open eyelids. It was morning. She awoke at exactly the same time every day, regardless of the day. 6AM on the button. She wondered why she even bothered with an alarm clock. She had a routine down. Get up, stretch for 5 minutes, get out of the cotton pajamas, take a quick shower for exactly 30 minutes. (She found it amusing that the fastest time she could take a bath would be 30 minutes as she felt the need to really scrub away the dead skin from her body, or in her terms “exfoliate”.) Walk...

Births and Beginnings...

Lying in Bed with his trusty Guitar It was a Saturday. The chill in the wind as it quietly passed over Seth’s body was indicative enough that it had been raining all morning. The clock beside his bed announced that it was 11:02 AM. He had slept all morning. There was something both different and at the same time familiar as he opened his eyes. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling despite him being awake. His mind racing with new thoughts and insights. A sudden on rush of stimuli made it impossible for him to actually get up and stand. And on this Saturday, it began....