The best you can...

There is always gonna be someone who treats her like the way she deserves to be, a queen; pull chairs for her, for anything that she sits on is nothing less than a throne; whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and mean them too; hug her, like its always a cold winter night; kiss the day lights out her, coz breathing is overrated; actually listen to her stories, coz each is nothing short of an adventure.
There is always gonna be someone who can Love her way more than you do, so why not love her the best you can...while you can...

Rigour Mortis

We all are stiff in life and stiff after death. The rigour mortis that sets in after our soul leaves the rotting flesh and wound behind is not much different than the stubbornness shown by our living selves while making through life.
The soul less effigies that we see wandering around have found comfort in their well formed notions about life, death and all in between.

She never challenged his being so, as she herself had seen parts of her die, with each break of trust, each affair gone bad, each healed wound that left behind a scar as a souvenir. Being partly dead within was something she accepted in him as she was  too. Their only hope was uniting the parts of them that were still alive to create a fresh, whole, pure, innocent life which they could try to nurture, nourish and be proud of. A baby that wouldn't turn out to be as undead as them.

Forgiving and Forgetting but never gonna stop Feeling

Yes I do Forgive..And being blessed with a poor memory I Forget more so often. But time again I have realized that what stays with you is the memory of the way you felt at the moment of betrayal. The feeling persists and some how it makes a place, not in the warm embrace of your heart but in your cold veins instead. The next time you are put through the same disappointment, its not that your brain pieces together the relevance. But its your veins that tighten and remind you that you have felt this before too. Blood does run thin and perhaps in the heat of the moment you lose all sanity; Perhaps even the hope of some day letting things go... Yet the moment passes...The Veins loosen..Blood takes the right turns from your clenched fists back to your broken yet whole heart...and forgiveness pours out yet again. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. What else could be Nirvana? When you can gladly say..."Been there ...Tolerated that..." With a smile on your face, a skip in your steps and a cheerful song on ya lips...

Its your capacity to Forgive that nourishes your capacity to Feel. And the acceptance of having felt worse before fuels your capability of delivering Forgiveness.

Salmon Stroke...

"Just go with the flow bro" they told me. Let things go on as they are and someday the waters of your rapturous thoughts might end up in the vast ocean of greater acceptance.

I for one never believed in complete acceptance. If things are not as you wish them to be, you have to make an effort at the Salmon Stroke. If the salmon listened to the world and accepted the fact that they live a life of contentment in the sea, who would swim upstream against the odds, for what their hearts truly desire?

Life might provide obstacles and trying times, but its your own choice to leave comfort and chase what you Love.
Pain, disappointment, weakness and the perpetually hanging scythe of the Grim might slow you down, but Vulneria Sapientia my dear; From Pain comes Wisdom...the wisdom of Living a life of purpose. Matters not how small or large the purpose be or even how short or long the life be.

Life is a Bitch... But she is mine

Life is unfair and it always will be. But aren't we more unfair to ourselves than her? When she gives us a new opportunity to start over afresh every other morning, we disregard it and spend our days wallowing in despair and self pity; Crawling back into our bittersweet haven of good old memories. She waits outside the door beckoning our latent minds to grab her by the shoulders, kiss her deep and make new memories, and we be too stubborn to unwrap our arms from around the old.

I called Life a bitch, she bit me back. I called Life a whore, she fucked me back.
However twisted she may be, I called her my own, and Lo! She hugged me back...

The Drive...

The roar of the wind that rustles through your hair while you are  driving upwards of 140 km an hour, drowns out all sound. The engine vibrates with a rhythm that in sync with your own heart, your sight stops wavering from all that's around and in a moment you are not on the road but become a part of it. A part thats definite and infinite. That's what I like about these drives, which makes all the problems and all the noise dissolve into nothingness. The nothingness that makes you forget worrying about all, but what's right in front of you. The tarmac which lies before you is all that you see, blind to the stop signals that cross your path.

The time when you miss driving off the road, a single moment that teaches you a lesson of a lifetime, a simple thought crosses your mind , of appreciating what IS rather than what WAS or what could BE. For the present grip on the steering wheel and purr of the beast under you is all that matters, not the traffic that you left behind nor the miles that lie ahead. Enjoy the little joys of life, for with each passing day there are not many left. Should learn to appreciate them a little more.

Just as finding the right highway that takes you home isn't hard, finding the things that make you happy shouldn't be tough. I know you will face pain, suffering and hard choices, but you can't let the lost feeling smother out your drive for holding onto what is right and just. Once you know the things that you love, run to them. 

The things that hurt you, or even try to run you over don't necessarily teach you a life lesson, of being careful in the future. They just make you realize the pathetic reality of your own mortality, and still the importance of the good things in your life, Familia...Love...Friends and the satisfaction of hardwork.... for these are the things that will keep you whole and sane. The things that you hold onto when all else around you is falling apart.

Roots Run Deep...

Her Love grew in my heart like a monsoon sapling. Nourished on the passionate blood it grew fast. The larger it grew the deeper it's roots ran.

As winter came, the leaves withered away, and what was once so full of life, grew bare and dry. What she saw was that the leaves had fallen, what I saw was that the trunk was still strong and ungiving. What she saw was that the colors had faded away, what I saw was the hope that it would be back to its old majesty one fine summer day.

Impatience was a poison that corrupted her mind. And I patiently watched as she took the axe to the tree. Each hack at the old stump cut deep and fast, but I waited knowing the pain won't forever last.
For once the log fell down to the ground, she heaved a sigh of relief. Good riddance was what she believed. But unaware to the eyes which saw just the stump, she forgot that the roots in my heart were too deep to be perturbed.

And there they lie still, where they hope and strive. Gathering the strength for the coming summer and keeping the little sprouts from the dead stump alive.

Tricks Of The Tremulous Heart...

Those nights were always long,

The cold ones that made me shiver...

The nights which were so eerie..

Feeling I am gonna lose everyone dear...

Were not what I didn't know before,

But the thoughts of the trying times ahead,

Left me numb and my eyes sore.

Holding onto the hopes of tomorrow,

Popping into a wishing well a few dimes...

Just one wish on my lips sweetheart,

To see you, hold you, kiss you, love you...

like old times...