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Declutter.

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Everyone expects you to focus;

nobody tells you how to declutter.

People give you tips on how to learn new things with zeal and enthusiasm

but what about the pre-existing things on my mind? How am I to declutter those?

I sure can’t just put a needle through my mind and make it burst like a big, fat balloon.

(I wish I could… )

 

– Suri

A Bag Full Of Confusion!

Sometimes you do things you’ve never wanted to. And those times, when you never try the things you’ve always wanted to. They believe what they’re told. They see what they’re shown. They hear what’s blaring around. I ask, only for once, if you could try to seek out things for yourself; to pull down the veil in front of you; to move away from the commotion and hear from a place where you may find tranquility, do you think the situation would seem the same? I ask, why would you even believe and merely drink in the apparent world? If it was meant to be this way, wouldn’t everyone around be happy?

 

Note: It is an incomplete post. Nevertheless, I am posting it here, as I’m not sure how to end it properly. You can always share your views about it in the comments’ section. 🙂

– Suri

Bye.

          The emotions trapped, the words left unsaid. The pain hidden, the care left behind. The Hi, the Hello, the Why and the What; when it all gets replaced by a single Bye… Isn’t it more about the ego than the mistakes made? Is it right to stay quiet, wait for the chapters to unfurl on it’s own, without taking any action by ourselves? Is it right to wait until THE very end? When it wouldn’t even matter at all?

– Suri

The Theft.

Sense.

My wacky Sixth-sense.

Waking me up in the middle of night.

 

Guns.

The roar of guns.

Clattering the ground like fiery fireworks!

 

Chaos.

The recklessness of chaos.

Shuddering and awakening my worst fears.

 

Time.

Yes, our old enemy – the time.

Gave me a blurry version of four past forty.

 

Neighbours.

Our sleepy little neighbours.

Isolating us to figure out the truth, by ourselves.

 

Guys.

Seven sturdy old guys.

Ransacking the houses in prototypes.

 

Wish.

A sudden unexpected wish.

To be some place else but here.

 

Eyes.

My black bespectacled eyes.

Searching furiously for any movement, from the guys.

 

Ears.

My small elf-ish ears.

Straining to hear the low volume announcements.

 

Support.

The enormous longing for support.

This huge gush of emotions to cling onto somebody!

 

Lights!

Those bright focus – lights!

Flooding the place with warm rays of hope.

 

Men.

Some good, brave men.

Saving our lives while endangering theirs!

 

Siege.

End of the three-hour siege.

Brought a relief and took me back to sleep.

 

– Suri

 

 

 

Only A Pawn!

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Today, when he looked into the mirror, it wasn’t his reflection that he saw. Instead, what he could see was an embodiment of the struggles of his past. The hauntings of his past. This startled him. He didn’t want to look at himself like that. He had always wanted to be the one who conquered over the emotions. He was like the pawn aspiring to become the King. He knew he wasn’t capable, yet he had that ambition, that fire within him which would take him to greater heights. He had always aimed to set an example to the world, about what it is like to have a turbulent past and yet succeed. Maybe he could really do that. But that, he knows, would only be possible if he learns how to take charge of his own emotions.

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– Suri

Liberation.

And then, one day, all I want to do is to sit down on my bed, with a giant handkerchief with all the doors closed. And then start crying. Start crying out really very loud. I want to let it go. Let all the tears that have burdened my eyelids – by accumulating in there – just flow away!! I want them to fly far, far away with their wings.

I would let them form deltas while streaming down the path from my eyes towards the nose and the cheeks and then finally pulled down by the law of gravity. I wouldn’t actually mind if they wish to form estuaries or river basins or even seas for that matter, instead of the deltas. They are free to do so. I wouldn’t wipe them off until and unless, really necessary!

All I want to do is to set those tears free. Free them from the twin cages that they had occupied themselves in; thus, spoiling my vision and keeping me away from my destination. Tears which led me into an illusory state, into a secluded world of my own. Whereas, every other thing or place only resembled like a Dark World to me, where I feared to step in.

Not that ‘Dark’ translates into anything negative or bad. It only means the absence of light. But, my tearful eyes couldn’t even see things in a lower light; let alone be a Dark World! I need to find such a day for myself. I would call it the day of Liberation..

– Suri

Bottled-up Emotions

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     At times, she wonders how people manage to keep their feelings all bottled-up. Just the other day, that guy was mourning. Today he’s far better. Healed, apparently. She stands there, still, in the midst of a busy pavement; awestruck by this sudden thought. Later she realizes, she’s one of them.

– Suri