Swings of a rhapsodic mind

Bits of memories lying on the road Come to life during my morning stride. The prudent sun mocks my fragile demeanour. Perhaps, it knows where I stand. I fight my demons racking my memory They sing their mindless blabber , "Quite, please. Quiet…", I plead. "But you are not you anymore", I hear their unison. And I stand before a mirror, I see someone : heartbroken yet tall Tired yet a fighter, Crushed yet lively. And I answer back with a smile, Do you know me enough? The voices get shunned A defeaning silence envelops. "Girl, you were impulsive", I hear a voice And I nod my usual way, Tired of answering back I seek recluse in my memories. For there I know, I have a heaven of my own. For there I know, no demons be answered. As you read this, I want you to know Some wrongs make a right Some hurt make you wise Today's fall is tomorrow's rise And truth be spoken with no lies I want peace at my end and happiness at yours As i p...

This time of the year when this ever speeding world has been put to a sudden halt, I have come in terms to what I used to be. From scratches of memory and my perception of who I used to be, whenever I think of my younger self I see someone who liked to believe in the fact that the grass is greener where you water it. People, almost all of us are a product of our situations but what makes us individuals and not the crowd is our way of addressing life. My morning walk expeditions have forced my slumber to take a back seat, as I hit the road I see almost the same things in repeat fashion. The smell of late spring blossoms, the chirping monkeys, people in masks, boys hitting soccer and yet in this familiar looking crowd, I always come across one individual.  No, he ain't some distinguished personality riding a Mercedes. I haven't seen his face yet but he crosses me each morning in his creaky worn out bicycle. This person has this odd familiar smell, perhaps it's his perfume or ...