My silence was awkward…. Words when spelt took form only as an outburst of anger…. Who I am angry with? Why am I? Why should I be? Why do external factors pierce my reign? As typical ... Too many questions…
‘Each Chapter of life has to be closed, before a new chapter begins!! ’ Read it in a blog….
I was not taken aback, just shaken.
Sometimes the hardest punches in life take some time to sink in to the pit of your gut, only after which you think of emoting at all. As for that moment, I was just stoic about it….but then... it manifested in my mind …and gave too much thought to it…
Relationships…are they chapters of life? Am I closing each chapter as soon as I finish reading it? If I am … why am I doing so? If I am not, why am I understood to be so? Should I dig the case to find out why it is and why is it not?
While we run around with a heat of hope each day, we fail to pause and attend to few things…which might mean lots to others. Not that we don’t want to…just that we don’t realize that such things can make a difference.
I realized, somebody needs me, despite being me...
They are afraid if I may treat them as chapters of life…
They need my presence in their lives to be shown, whenever I get a chance to do so… So just concluded ‘Take care when it matters…’
If this is the side of the coin which has caught my attention so much…. What about the other side…? Am I expecting something from them too? Am I remembered enough? Am I shown that they love me enough? I really don’t know… But I hardly expect… rather it never happens! But then... I m often charged for forgetting people (which doesn’t actually happen) … Then will not a question arise, when was I remembered and cared for??
Mm…enugh! I have thought too much! Anger rules me… I want to pacify myself! What do I do? Share with someone? Shout at someone? Shout at myself?
No… I write…
Poetry, though it has nearly zero practical use is what makes language beautiful, life less painful.
John F kennedy says!!
"When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
So am I cleaned now??? I have to be… that’s the better option of life JJJ
2 comments:
Poetry, though it has nearly zero practical use...
Depends on what you consider to be "practical". There are thousands, if not millions, of things in life which cannot be expressed with "regular" language. Poetry is the way to express those inexpressible things/feelings.
//'Take care when it matters…'// thats wisdom!!
And it's not a crime to expect someone to remember you..it's equally normal to forget people (as I do many a time)...you know whats a crime...taking these small things to such a level that it ends up hurting ur relationships..."cool" is the attitude needed :) thought provoking post!
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