Convictions

Close to him there is wind brewing, it's cathartic it's inevitable it's taking a toll on him His heart's throbbing, the serene picture he thought he painted has been smudged, withered. Just like his despair there is a growing puddle of wax from the slow melt of the candles, spread across the mantle of fireplace. His ethics, morality made him believe a happy soulful life is his prerogative, his perpetual belief in virtuousness led him to disappointment. There is faint creaking melody from the rocker, there he lies gazing at the wax sticks burning dancing upon his whimsical nature. The room was brimming with the smell of fumes of his defeat. The candles were slowly kissing the mantle melting into the void that is his heart. His notions of romanticism, endearment were subjected to true test of time. Six he counted a while ago, one is spearheaded, two of them inching towards the pending doom. One is slowly being peeled revealing the wick, his soul. And the other two ar...

Most of us have been hankering and stalling the obvious longing some time or the other. This ambivalence is the outcome of grass being green on both sides of the fence. The juxtaposition of feelings carries the ironic mocking on destiny. I had gone through the same feeling when that coveted call for travelling to States dropped on my cell. There was a sudden onset of excitement followed by the melancholy of leaving Pune. I had managed to get two weeks time but unfortunately had to rush to Gurgaon for some urgent office work. The hopes for spending maximum time with all friends and loved ones shattered but few ounces of it was still alive as I had a week. Unfavorable circumstances leads to defence mechanisms like suppression and I too surenderd to its powers, sweet memories and sour reverberating through the walls of my temple and I couldn’t read past a single page of Short stories by Saki through out the journey to and from Gurgaon. Flashes of more than three beautiful ye...