An Instant Is Enough

Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

They say an instant is enough
To act, commit, decide, express
Years in making
Memories of merged moments
Trickles down to a second
A tipping point
Things go either down or
Soars all the way up
Many such probable paths
Some crowded, some lonely
Ordinary instants
Endless possibilities
They say an instant is enough
To react, desist, defer, conceal
Years in making
Still, ordinarily
An instant is enough

Writing - The Wine of Forever

"The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this.Only thing you can be sure of is that pen you're holding can never stop. It goes on and on." ~Paul Auster 

Important things are tough to say and yet there are things that needs expression and array of well sorted words. They should be dealt with finesse and perfection. But, we often fall short of words at the very moment when we need them most and then we feel like cheated by all things we ever read and the things we ever said. The way we feel is the result of complex permutations and combinations. Affected mostly by the situation and the person involved. Sometimes we write because it can't be said. By writing them down we breathe a life in those lifeless notions buried deep down somewhere in my mind. Intense obsessions which we never share with anyone can not find a better outlet then writing.... Writing is like an obsession. Once you get the hang of it... it lasts forever. As Franz Kafka says- Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. !!!

I often fail
in scribbling the
exact mentation
imbuing in my area of grey.
Cryptic by its very nature,
it's buried deep, I say.
It surfaces off and on
leaves footprints
along the way.

Half said, much unsaid.
ship of my endless tales,
sails forward and away.
It cruises to unknown realms,
loopholes to misled.
When left with nothing to say
I scribble them down, any way.

Wherever I go
there's so much, I've
in my head, to cram
to think, to hush away.
Facts, figures, feelings, 
emotional broodings
juggling along the paths
routing, converging all over
paths of neural highways.

Some shreds are lost,
few I prefer to hide around.
Holding them off,
for right moment and time.
Care not, of what I say
rambling around in midst
of jumbled words.
Scribbling them down, my way.

Image courtesy: By: Prachi Karnawat @http://karnawatprachi.blogspot.in/

 Merry Christmas and a very very Happy New Year to everyone :)

Pretty Little Things

Half the joy of life is in little things taken on the run. 

Good or bad that's on the individual to decide but point is- it counts. These small things have the power to give immense pleasure as well as pain. 

 

Pretty little things

So many, you ignore. 

Few, you can never forget.

For some, you are not sure. 

Few, constantly pricks. 

Many others, just useless tricks. 

No matter how small they are. 

They have this bundle of power. 

Which can control you,

or can twist your mood. 

Some, you wanna retain. 

Others, you elude. 

The tiny gift your friend gave. 

For a sip of coffee, you crave. 

First prize, you won in school. 

Silly things you did, pretending to be cool. 

Sarcastic comment, your classmate made. 

Fun you had in college parade. 

A friend, who stopped talking to you. 

Next door pal, with whom you grew. 

Mistakes, for which your mother slapped.

Ohh, the height of enjoyment you had

in designing pranks and getting trapped. 

Flowers of the plant you planted before. 

That girl in your class, always outscored. 

Lovely, unusual sibling love you shared. 

Shine of your new bike, you proudly glared. 

Movies, outings and trips with your gang. 

Irritating others with your private slangs.

These small things.

They do count. 

Adds meaning n spice

in your lives n surrounds. 

Pretty little things 

they may be.

Made from people 

like you and me.

An elegantly blended.

potpourris, of sweet n sour 

moments n memories. 

PS: This post is dedicated to all my friends :)