Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Never been in love with a movie title before, but this particular one tangled itself to a fragment of my thoughts which kept rising above the upheaved contemplations, tingling the ceiling overhead. The perpetual serenity that a pristine mind can offer seemed to be the ‘happily ever after’ song the mind was singing all long. 

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Journey of a life time

I stepped outside the pages of my book, leaving behind the stories I carry and undressing the characters I play, to be no one for a while. I don’t know if this is possible or whether I making it up or people like me living in books could actually venture outside. It felt so real and I was sitting at the very edge of my book, as if a girl for the first time in her life witnesses a sunrise from the mountain top, where she sits at the edge of a rock that is seated to flag off the morning sun, dangling her legs and creating invisible ripples in morning air and causing it to form cold subtle breeze that runs down the cliff to the deep forest, singing morning stories to the trees.

As world beneath my eyes comes alive

I close my eyes so that my eyes beneath rise above a new skyline. With the rising sun, gushes forth a stream of memories tagged with images wet in rainbow hues.  I soon get drenched in that. That was not it, there is something coming. Speeds through the storming waves, a hurricane of emotions and unsettled thoughts. It all came straight to me and

Missing you

Sleeping feelings in me wake up and cry,

Scorching the senses,

Stealing away even the last wry smile,

 

Ravenously hungry with a desire,

Trying to hide in depths of burrow,

Only to feel more weakly exposed,

The Night Show

Lights out and spot light is on,

Show is all set to flow,

Came the little ones first,

Bright in shimmering gowns,

Shy yet restless they performed,

Will you take those glasses off?

The sun flashed his glaring rays on us so distant and small while wind so soothing that came from the seas caressed the burns. Yet, it was another beautiful day. We gathered together to speak. Yes, we were there to speak. The one seated on the raised platform wore a pair of heavy and worn glasses.

Hero

To,

The moon so dear,

And light so near…

He surfaced the searing sands,

And sailed the soaring seas,

To save the sinking sun in me.

Isn’t he a hero?!

Hold my hands O’Lord

Rain so torrential wets my vision,

Thunder so jolting puts the nerves at trial,

Self seems heavy as log,

Thoughts give a bursting cry,

I kneel down to you O’Lord,

Awaiting the sunrise so clear,

Was it a nightmare I kneaded,

When it was sunshine you knitted,

Was it rainbows you intended,

When clouds so dark threatened,

I would only ask for your hands,

To graciously walk through your plans,

Never let me go of them,

For I wish to smile through every mile.

Let’s talk life.

If someone was to ask me what that I perceive about life, I don’t think I would have been able to give a self-satisfying answer if I haven’t encountered and established a deeper understanding and relationship with Viktor Frankl’s book of wisdom, ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’.