A Cycle..

One fine evening, just as the day had started to cool we set forth on the journey that was to change my life forever.. Full of hopes and dreams, tomorrow was something that offered a lot. Once or twice along the path we would get down to have tea or to stretch ourselves. My mom and aunt would say some story or incident from their lives and me and my uncle would offer our views. It was a journey to a new phase of my life. There was a lot to see along the path and though it wasn't new to us, it ever failed to incite our curiosity..

For me, the journey was full of plans, plans to emerge out in a new and different form, to put back a lot and to start afresh. A step to a new world, an entry into a world so much heard and talked about. So busy was I making plans that little did I see the dangers once again, lurking in the corners, waiting for their chance..yet again..

All these years later, when the mist has finally started to settle only a single tune is playing. It was the same tune all along, only played in different ways. History repeated itself..n rather harshly....

Deep Down Under......

I thought and thought and pondered a lot but to no avail.. Nothing would give me what i yearned for neither could it say why I yearned so.. But the thought was clear and deep. I did see it so bad such that I did not see a lot.

Words form on their own, answers to questions long forgotten thus taking the ship far away from where it thirsted to be.. The house on the highway though was far away is now nowhere in sight. The path once trodden though fragrant with roses suddenly wilt away leaving the thorns every here and there.

As a kid lost in thought, here and there I look. Everyday leaves here and there rush to tell the tale but there is a shadow cast over them.. The eye longs to see but the wind has a different tale to whisper for deep down under a knife has been thrust and the pieces have just started to pick up themselves...