Jigsaw Puzzles

When the pieces are all scattered, and you stare at them long enough. You know that it will all fit. The pieces will come together. They are meant to. They were broken from the same whole.Right?
But perhaps the truth is that the jigsaw puzzle was broken for a reason. Jagged edges that will always show Broken for the pieces never to come together. Scattered and free .

To go away . Free will. If it exists.

Dreams from another life

A haze, a cloud of smoke, usual sounds and smells. Piles of laughter and familiar songs. A silent walk in the wee hours of the morning. A smile at a distant thought. The friendly & shy.
The proximity of comfort, at arm's length.

Maybe just a trick of mind.


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Scars make heroes

Masochism at its best it is, to equate the number of scars that are possessed by one's valiance. On the surface. Atleast.

But perhaps valiance it truly is to have them, look at them each day, relive the pain and mask it with self appointed glory; to know the hollowness and helplessness of carrying them forever at terms one never dictated.
While the world laughs at one's foibles and the false sense of bravado that one seems to possess, being able to equate scars to heroism itself is valiance supreme.

Fading

Its scary to live & not just exist in other people's memories. To go on with your other life when the one in which you live is nothing but figments. Fading with time.
Its a price you pay for peace.
Others.

Seasons and the breeze

The window is open, and the breeze blows in bringing with it the gusts from the past. .. the hot ones and the cool ones .She misses winters at times, the familiar biting cold. Lonely , but all hers and the hurt was what she knew. Quite well. Mundane.Intimate.Melancholy.

The spring and summer are warmer, more exciting , but she's apprehensively waiting for the bite. There always is one.



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Strange friendly cat

Dreams are fascinating.
Like this strange one last night.It was a place with hordes of happy people, as usual a lonely place. And a stray feline, with a warm smile adopted me. A skeptic for all things warm and friendly.

It was an old new feeling.One I cherished long ago.Loved and regretted.

Dreams are just that. A message from beyond. A touch from the past. A whiff of the new.


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Full Circle - Life

When one stares at light for too long, it breaks. Into a thousand shiny pieces of many colors and hues. Into pebbles, waves and droplets. And you can just watch it drop, flow and fade away.

As she sits and watches in amazement, her life is converging- the past present and future . All flowing with the music, joining at the cusp. She can have no complaints, no regrets, no miseries - luxuries that she just cant afford. She can only see , how she became her past and her past became her present, to be part of her future, albeit hidden.
Its the light all over again, made up of so many broken shards making a whole.
Just stare.




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