Nonsense

Am penning nonsense
For it seriously makes no sense
Jotting word after word here
Which are completely
Inane.

Still I gather
Those stray words
To deliver my speech
Which is not so clear.

I tell them
That I have lost my sense
And I mean
No more than
Whatever is their essence.

Words seem absurd
Placed out of context
Inadvertently
Creating a different text
Which means nothing
Just a rumbling
Of a confused mind
That has empty time.

To write this nonsense
And kill the sense.

P.S. Sorry folks i have not been able to complete the final part of friday-fiction due to lack of time, will try to post it soon once am done. I am re-posting an earlier post with a few editing. Please bear the nonsense that i have dished out :p

Love and let go...

At times it’s so difficult to let go of things that we are so attached to. Be it anything people, friends, things, pets, etc. We love them so much or are so dependent on them that we can hardly imagine our lives without them. The very thought of losing them gives one nightmares and anxious moments. We constantly live in fear of losing that which is so dear to us. The fear of losing them can be crippling at times to the extant that one tends to live an almost a psychotic life. At times the realization of how deeply one is attached to or how crucial that person or thing was/is for one’s own survival or existence comes when one has already lost it or is on the verge of losing it.

I was having a discussion on this topic and I asked others how one can get rid of the fear of losing. L said something on it. I found it quite philosophical and sensible so, am putting it down here,

“Accept the Fact that nothing is permanent...it is difficult and People come and People go...u need to let them go....but then do not let go of the happiness they gave you...the understanding they gave you...even if it is a pet...they make a difference in your life and happily let them go the more you hold on the difficult it is for YOU...so JUST let go...”

It’s a universal truth that nothing is permanent. We know that death and break-ups have the potential to tear us away from our most cherished ones. But when it comes to accepting this fact with respect to our dear ones it becomes even harder than a block of iron. The more one thinks of letting them go, the more it wrenches ones heart. Letting go off the other person means not just setting the person free but also allowing a part of oneself to die which is even harder. This is so because one is left feeling incomplete or amputated. And getting back to life or rebuilding oneself is not that easy and fast. Time is the best healer and I guess eventually one learns to let things go either by will or fate because after a point our will has no hold over other things except our own heart.

The fear of losing should not stop us from loving others. Let’s create that exit door in our hearts so that it can let go off fear too, out of our mind and heart. Perhaps then we will be able to love with a free and fearless heart.
A love that is binding yet so unbinding at the same time.

Feeling Dry

There are times when my mind is all charged up and ideas begin to flood my head that it becomes impossible for me to check the dam of thoughts and save it from bursting. And I go fanatic trying to save those bright and novel ideas from getting lost in oblivion. At times I simply watch them pass by as they pay their obeisance to me. I hardly acknowledge them as if I were a rich arrogant sultan for whom pennies hardly mattered. Then there are these dry days when not even a single stray thought would come across my mind. I would desperately try to read up things and stimulate my mind or churn up old thoughts in order to come up with something new (after all every new thing comes out of something that existed that’s what T.S. Eliot’s Tradition and Individual Talent says) but from where shall I get that spark which can mark my individuality and talent. None of my desperate attempts seem to rescue me from this dry situation. It’s suicidal at times because the time when you need to come up with something extraordinary and show some brilliance of thought, it’s then that you are faced with such dryness.
I scratch my head as if it was Aladdin’s lamp and hope desperately that an idea would spring out of my head like genii to save me from this intellectual crisis.

Waiting to get drenched in that rain of ideas!