a promise of peace

sometime late in the night. memories sneak their way to my bed. intruders. they seem to be from some foreign country...from a far, far away time. as far away as the images flickering on the screen beaming down via satellites...just as close. its sedition. stop, i tell my mind, don't be seduced by them. splinters of dreams...they will leave you bloody and bruised. they are stories which are incomplete, slightly off...words with vowels missing. discontent is strewn, artless and mute like the candy wrappers...i don't know which one enclosed a strawberry and which one wrapped a green apple within its sheer confines. its late now and i'm lining up coffee mugs in a circle, one more and it will be a quartet of cellists. a crowd of memories jostle with one another and there is a commotion for more space.

outside, the sky is yet to lighten. a deep, inviting silence... a promise of peace.

continium

all these moments of sitting still, they are not in vain. gaping spaces need to be filled, roots need time to grow, to fill those spaces.
truly this world has many treasures and that too in unlikely, surprising places, far more than those puddles we keep stepping into.

soon i'll be in bed in my favourite position with that thickish book on marketing i have been trying to read forever but i think of cuddling up to something else far removed from dry, puzzling numbers, tiptoeing barefoot into a wonderland of pink rabbits and fearless smiles.

would i even remember if such a world if it were not for faith, family and friends.

i love you.