MAZEamaze

The moment seems to have passed...but it hasn't
The night seems to be over...but it isn't...

The smile ..footsteps.. the silhoutte..and the knowledge that it couldn't be..and it happened once again

Everything has a cyclical pattern...rational and predicatble..yet it takes you by surprise.Everything has so many dimensions and what is the right one..or is there a right one..what is right here...Why do we attempt to make sense of things..or be a knight..and get crucified everytime..it's called ...someoine find me the word...

seems to stop

It seems this is the last day .Some things seem to stop some move on..with the flow
The feeling has oft been repeated..but today it is juts too powerful..can't rein it in
Is it because of what today is or what yesterday was...tomorrow is going to be just the same..the anticipation is frightening but settles down to a mellow throb unperturbed for most of the time because of the certainity that tomorrow is going to be like today...Grand Finale's just don't happen every day...but today seems to be one..dunno why...will there be no tomorrow

Dropping the veil for once

A tall lithe figure in a dark corner.Music , friends , familiar precincts.....yet the unfamiliar corner amidst all this.The numbness grew and the weariness took it's toll.Emotions at the helm dissolved into tears , unseemimgly flowing down the upright contours of the cheek...A sudden realisation that even she..iam not the only one .Is one supposed to feel sad for her or a sadistic or could it be a comforting thought that there are others too.Probing seems inappropriate, comforting , a publicity of a private moment...the way out escapism..go away.But was there a choice?

Belatedly one does wish these unguarded moments to be rare and few of self and others , but they do come in here and there and i guess they are meant to...