fleurs d'un livre (flowers from a book)

There are things we speak aloud
There are those, we tell
But some are veiled by a cloud of doubt
And are left unsaid
Neither told, nor whispered
For, they just don’t seem to fit 
Suppress them howsoever
They simply do exist
Deny them all, for all you like
Or, bolt them tight inside
Springing from that unknown fissure
They haunt you at the night
They seem so trivial 
And yet how does one ignore
When all seems well 
The way they leave you sore
With time, you learn to live
Numb to the pain they give
Neither here nor there
how you follow, when they lead nowhere
why they happen, we cannot tell
in vain, do we constantly dwell
or is that a way to make us see
why life is such a mystery!!!

To write or not to write...

My very first blog… why blog? Why now?

I have been toying with the idea of writing one since eternity and people close to me quip they wouldn’t have the pleasure to read my blog in this lifetime.. but here I go.. finally..

As Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am”. With due respect, I say,  ”I AM, therefore I think..” for each one of us thinks by virtue of one’s existence, whether blog worthy or not remains a point of contention.

There are things that happen, there are things we observe, there are things that affect, there are things that compel but that doesn’t mean that we think about or I shall write about only things that are grave or important, I shall write about things vital and trivial, my muse and views, a fleeting thought or a perennial obsession.. have you ever wondered how can people live and exist in this world blissfully unaware of the otherwise life changing events that happen around them or have you ever felt deeply exasperated by the hours people spend on the most immaterial and inconsequential things in life.. I did.. and am very sure.. so did u

But then our thoughts seem to have a will of their own.. they flow like water meandering through life.. tracing a path .. a trajectory .. touch different shores, sometimes a quick leap, a swift lap, a furious strike,  a merciless splash, a light touch or a swirling compelling vortex  .. thoughts like water traverse through life and events, people and places at varying pace, in various ways.. and this mysterious path that unfolds in the wake of that flow is what defines one’s life.. ONESELF and in case of this blog

 ME: A Meandering Amazon

We exist so we think, but why write?

The fact that, all other modes of expression seem transient in comparison, the longevity of the medium skews the balance in its favour.. come on.. people have built cities and citadels, forts and fortresses to immortalize their name and I write a mere blog to prolong my thought J

Why now?

The crux of my dilemma, I think, I reflect, I meditate, I deliberate but how willing I am to let it be scrutinized by pairs and pairs of unfamiliar eyes..  <the problem was quickly resolved by my sis who told for all my obsession with myself, people in this world have better things to do than scrutinizing my blog unless they find it interesting in which case they have earned to read it > so as I ready myself to take this plunge which I have oft imagined from afar.. I wish the readers an interesting read ahead <presuming of course> 

Keep Fighting ..