Questioning Time

Time is like a river that flows uninterrupted regardless of it being obstructed. Past, present and future hold it tight as it continues to fly without any stride. Day and night adores it with bright and dark colours that make us do the chores of everyday life. We are the disciple of time without which everything will go haywire.

Summer, Spring, Autumn, Monsoon and Winter weave the threads of change with the needle of time. They sustain the balance of life reminiscing the fact that nothing is permanent, everything is ought to change. Is there something beyond time or is it a bubble on which we thrive? the question always keeps coming to my mind.

What if the clocks start ticking anti-clockwise?

I would be termed a lunatic for this insane proposition but the utter confusion it will cause will be a threat to the world and will tilt everything upside down.

The world will wake up when the moon will shine bright and will enter into deep slumber when the sun will rise. Children will start going to schools in the evening, flowers will bloom to full under the moonlight. It’s really complicated isn’t it, it’s difficult and impossible to challenge time, but who can say the clock might start ticking anti-clockwise, one fine night, when the clock ticks ding-dong!

8th Day of Addiction

I stare blankly on the screen while the cursor gawks at me with an audacious look

What to write next? is the question that pops in my mind. It is filled with multiple thoughts that want to come out like the smoke that fills the air with ashes of emotions. You could either gasp for breathe after taking them in or pollute your inner conscious with purity, joy or laughter, because you never know which path will the nicotine take me through – destruction, inspiration, evolution, tension or happiness.

Oh god! Now I am struck again

The cursor has come to a halt and is staring at me once again

What to do?……

Well…..let me gulp down a glass of bear and start afresh. They say that few glasses down and the words start to flow out like water in an empty narrow lane. With alcohol by my side I am now on a creative ride. I am free from the shackles of that cursor that was an impending threat.

Hello there…..the drinking episode was just a figment of my own imagination because I don’t need a kick to trick my mind to pen down my thoughts.

Now that I have arrived here, I am confident that even without getting drugged even you can write a piece that satisfies your inner self and keeps you going through the motion of writing on the 8^th day of the year.

Ohh I am sorry….I made a wrong statement!

I just realized that even I am addicted, addicted to writing in solitude; solitude to whom I have attached myself deeply to the 8^th day of the year to write anything and everything in this world.

Get addicted to writing, because it will make you a better writer in the end.

Happy Writing!

The right time is NOW!

“It’s been almost a year now and I am on the verge of renouncing this place,” said the fingers when they sat in solace and watched the cursor blink now and then unable to determine whether they were competing with the number of eye blinks or waiting for that ‘aha moment’ to arrive.

“But what’s the reason for such a long hiatus?” the curious mind questioned again

“You could have been here anytime you wanted, just like you are now”

“Well, you know what, the thoughts; they wander around like a flock of birds who return to their nest at dusk spreading their wings as fast as they can. Upon reaching their nests, they settle down with the slumber……….. then it ends forever and, the thoughts, they start gathering dusts,” said the fingers as they rested idle and kept staring at the blank screen.

The mind was elated with the reply. It said, “Nevertheless, you have been quite a success till now and have managed to embrace this place again. The blink of the cursor is finally blazing ahead, may be with the blink of an eye or even faster than that. There is never a correct time to start writing, the right time is now!

Creative Curry – I

I don’t remember my first meeting with you.

I wanted to keep you with me for long, but you would disappear within seconds.

It is really heartbreaking when you come to me adorned with Cherries and Nuts. Forgive me, others might like you that way, but I like you simple without any sophistication.

One night, when mom and dad were asleep, I secretly opened the door. It was freezing. I peeped in looked at you and spent a little time enjoying with you.

When one of the milk teeth parted ways with me, you helped me to forego the pain of suffering.

Chocolates. Wohoo! When you came with them, I even have more fun.

Two slices of mango and with you by their sides, it’s a dessert I would love to have anytime.

All I do know is the pleasure every time you give me, the moment you melt in my mouth.

Thank you ICECREAM, be my friend forever .