Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I feel my will to write fading as soon as I hit the Delhi airspace. Gone, I can feel it leaving me, like a ghoul.

The vines had bloomed, the grapes were sour. In this line you will find a positive and a negative. But she chose the bloom and the positive, hoping that the grapes will sweeten with the passing of the season. She had been fighting new demons off late, surfacing every now and then in the mushrooming web of thoughts. She wore a mask of impenetrable loneliness. She could not address the most obvious; she thought that the problems may iron themselves out. Like when it is cloudy outside, and we yet refuse to carry an umbrella.

2 comments:

Tech Guy said...

very profound! no really!

zephyr said...

I loved the last line... Honestly i loved the whole post.. im glad ur back.. Im glad I have ur words to run to every now and then, when the rest of the world stops making sense...