Party!!!

The cool breeze slaps out all burdens…..
Claps in for the party.
Inviting everything around.
Says Cheers!!
All the leaves respond to the breeze.
Clapping and saying cheers!!
I may not clap with hands but I still sync.
My tresses raise cheers first.
Breeze tickles every pore on me....
And then I am already in the party.
I am smiling back already.
I am in the best party.
The most impartial party that invites everything around.

The breeze Sings low and high.
The most peaceful and good souls ever,
The trees and plants, dance, sing, sway and greet …...
( For sure they are not drunk )
What music can please you more than this?
Which air conditioner can give you better conditioning?
What can feast your eyes more than nature?

Rain washes out every old look.
Brings in a new fragrance, a fresh appeal each time like never before.
The rain drops are like special gifts heaven is sending for me.
In this vast universe where I am insignificantly small…..
It gifts me so many tiny drops dropping from heavens above.
Looks like the number of drops in the rain is the number of souls that existed so far,
Coming down to greet me and give all the surplus energy I need.
I may be alone or in a group.
But there are actually so many with me.
Each time I rejoice like never before.
Sometimes it brings the naughty me out.

The best thing about this party is …
There is no invitation.
I need not worry where I am, I can choose to attend it.
No matter I am happy or sad,
The party ensures I enjoy.

Trauma

Traumas are the tantrums life throws at you for the sin of destiny not utilizing the opportunity to end.
May be the greed to survive, utilizes all your strength to escape and so shall you be punished.
Traumas re-format your brain to tint every experience terrifying.
Silly, serious, similar or sane yet it can still be terrifying.
Trauma is like the saline that flows though living into you.
So do you cut living from your life?
Given trauma and torture,
If one experiences trauma, they would call torture without trauma, a heavenly thing.
I want a berth on land to shrink into earth.

After writing the lines above. My reformatted brain gives a bright tint as a contrast…….. may be just to enhance trauma. Being in trauma, I sugarcoat myself enough not to traumatize others. Its ok if I torture them. But let them not be traumatized. Let me work a vaccine to their trauma. This could also be the meaning of my living.

It’s the strong that face the competition.
Not everyone can compete.
Tragedy is the course that many drop off to eternity.
I could push myself to complete it successfully.
Trauma is the examination after completing this course.
I am half way through already.
Just incase I succeed in this exam,
Probably there is a huge credit waiting for me ………… (What say?)
Why not play till I come across “Game over”
“Game over” is anyways inevitable.
Why rush to it, lets see what more rounds the game has….
Who knows, you may have a bonus life in the next level …..

From the dairies of a trauma haunted victim.

Confession!

Ask me why am I not writing much these days? Again I would call upon my true love. I don’t want to sugarcoat anything much. I cannot be honest. So I choose to be silent for a while or better for ever rather than being dishonest. Even now I have some posts that I seriously want to put up. But may be I should give more thoughts on it before I actually do.

There are a lot of pending posts. Both good and bad. Hesitation in putting up few ….. and the aggressive me coming up with bold posts is what that is tying up me as of now. But today I plan to push up a few posts. It’s been a bad day. Don’t ask me why? For its all silly and for sure I won’t remember or I don’t want to remember. Sleep pouring in ………. I still want to write…………