Of the second beginnings...

The first and foremost rule for second beginnings is to give yourself a pat on the back, say aloud, "Dude, you tried and well, learned; now it's time to move on (to greener pastures). If it was as easy said as done!. We always seek to attain closure, a fact that hold us, gravitates us towards the those very things that we seek to forget in the first case. An old flame perhaps, an unsolicited dispute, a half read book-yada yada yada!

Without closure, regret slowly creeps into our heart and usurps other emotions we one felt. "Regret is the canker to our soul." Unless we know how to distance ourselves from regret, the ball is always in the courts of well, our turbulent emotions.

But, second beginnings are not that hard. Once you let yourself, well, just simply get going (yes, the closure could be as easy as that), the course runs itself out and through. Life is the best tribunal for offering you another chance; to help move on, to better things or to just, simply, gather yourself together. Just go with the flow. Don't resist. Think, life is too beautiful to be stuck in the rind. Well, unless, you are often struck with a bout of the black gloom, as is my case often, you are quite good to go! So, cheerio! 

The big black dog

On a sunny day I was walking by

And it came, running my way

A big black dog,

With pleading eyes,

It licked my hand and had me pacified.

I embraced it with my whole being,

I made it my own.

My big black silent companion overwhelmed me.

It accompanied me wherever I went,

Playful, compassionate,

My silent companion filled my being, slowly, gradually!

The big black dog was

Always constant,

Always there.

Sometimes it came close, engulfed me,  

Sometimes it fled,

But at all times, it was omnipresent.

Slowly the bile rose, nauseated I felt,

The black dog grew larger,

Until no one else was there.

It engulfed me in shadows,

Until I was choking,

Breathless, stifled, lonely

And then it was still there,

Looking with the eyes of ownership,

Even when I lay and looked up at the ceiling,

I saw the silhouette of the big black dog crouching, growing,

Drawing patterns on the floor, across the floor,

Against the ceiling. 

And I was lost in the shadows,
Of my big black silent companion. 

The bouquet for V-day

The surprise bouquet hubby brought home for Valentine's Day.

Colours n flowers

Kolkata bookfair souvenirs

Saraswati puja

House of cards

We built a house of cards

On the sandy beach, out in the wind;

Near the sea shore,

Out close to the greens, the tall tress casting,

Shades of green and grey, all around.

Putting together the pieces up one by one!

There was ample sun around,

Gusty bouts of winds,

The sun hammered down upon us,

Oft it was a blissful scene.

The house of cards came up piece by piece,

We arranged each around with careful ease,

Out in the sun, out in the wind,

Singing the summer song, we held our hands,

We laid out our dreams, one by one; card by card.

Lost in delightful reverie,

Looking into each other’s eye

Alas, how time flew us by.

We laid out the foundation,

Built up the wall, arranged the ceiling,

Tiny windows and doors,

Dotted the walls,

Letting in the sun, breeze and our dreams,

We made it all our own.

The land, the garden, the nook, the aisle,

The corners around the alcove,

The dust, the mud stains on the staircase,

Yes, it was all our pride.

Proud were we, and even strung the welcome wreath,

Just above the door, to spread the welcome cheer,

The little fish bowl adorned the chest,

That stood right beside the door.

The tabby cat, the fluffy dog, the fat mice, a fledgling bird,

All called it home.

But in daze, we forgot the make the space,

For our special keepsake.

Along came a light draft of sea breeze,

Tinged with salty seduction,

It blew the house of cards,

Right away from where it was laid on its base.

The balmy breeze wrapped up,

In a lover’s embrace,

Around the card block,

And threw helter skelter,

Everything we put together in haste,

Alas, all our dreams were unmade.

We were left scrambling off our feet,

Collecting souvenirs of the dreams we had courage to once see.

The house of cards, out in the open,

On the beach, in the sun, right beside the sea.

What remained of thee, but some mere pieces,

Lying scattered on the silicon sea,

Abandoned by the cat, bereaved by the dog, the rat and bird both gone.

Even the fish bowl is amiss, the fish retreated in haste;

The welcome wreath lay sheathed in its dusty shroud,

All glory is lost.

And we ran along to collect, treasure and save,

Those bygone moments cherished,
And placed them inside the Pandora's box. 

Where our dreams took shape; life blossomed,

Now just shadows and shards of memories created in giddy pace,

A mere card, tattered and barred around the edges,

We held clutched in our grasp.