Thoughts to Words

Clenched by confusion, you stood there in between commas that surfeited on the discarded shards of full stops. The thread-like blue rivulet cluelessly flowed in all directions of the ivory white bank and besmirched it. What led to your failed condition? My dwindling interest in you which blew out in the dead of the night or my growing temptation to explore the next marvelous beauty I've been trying to understand for months? Just as I couldn't take my mind off you, I feel drawn to it too. The only difference is I left you without giving you a closure and I have nearly been ungrateful. The silver nib dragged you to the edge of the cliff and pushed you to a baffling end on my command. To make you feel slightly better, I choose to disclose to you that I put many before you at rest to make space for the new ones. I run out of peace by some deaths because they were dear to me and I also cold-heartedly leave many like you to decay. I shall pay you a visit sometime if you wish. Afte

I braced myself, put on the speed, to run past time's rage. Tending to wounds of yesteryears, and caressing the wilted skin on your forehead. Through the woods humming a lullaby from your childhood, syncing its tunes to a classic ballet of flowers and leaves. I plant a kiss of life on your heart as the sun sets in. All fears dismantled by the fierce storm, who gave up on rage to rekindle a zephyr of smiles yearning to make you feel alive. ©songbriti

Pendulum of perfectionism, glued to obsession, fuelling procrastination, raising suspicion. “Am I good enough?” transfixed to conformity; and societal prescriptions fermenting stress into distress. Piles of perceived failures, inflating alleys of comparison; a black lining of self-reproach on clouds of depression. Wings of mindfulness, flying believably, smiling in contentment, riveted on carpe diem. ©songbriti

Dear 2019, Thank you for gracing my breath with your presence. A few hours ago, just before you came into being; life and death played the last over of 2018 on some unrepaired roads, in hospitals and in cities devastated by terror attacks or calamities. All this, to leave an aged couple helplessly waiting for their child to return home, a husband mourning for the demise of his better half, a five-month old baby crying for his mother and the list goes on. Yesterday, on the eve of your arrival, an orphan celebrated his birthday with gratitude and love for his God-gifted family in a shelter home. The words "Friends are family" couldn't be more true. A daughter who is being raised by a single mother hid her worries beneath a smile as she was focused on her responsibility of keeping her mother happy through thick and thin because that was the last wish of her late father who lost his life for his motherland at the Wagah border in the end of autumn. In Caesar's way of