Timila.

Sitting idle, this evening. Waiting for her to join me.

Feeling muddled by the incongruous musicals in my head.Engaging myself in a devotional contemplation of what these innumerable thoughts that nibbled my head mean?!

The fragrance of the breeze and that of the ‘kapi’ lost its direction amidst the distorted noises of different sizes and shapes that are clouding my mind.My lips get blinded of any tatste, eyes fail to feel any sound I hear, the heart stupefied by the illimitable feelings that I feel and every inch of my physical self suffers from temporary ‘React to the world’ lapse.

As I sit here sipping the beverage, I'm living a zillion experiences of named and unnamed emotional susceptibilities.

I meditate on the wonders of life and death, the question I’ve stopped seeking answers to, the milestones I seem to have comfortably forgotten,goals i'm not sure of and “fate” the faceless 18legged creature that scripts the story of my life. I deliberate on the pertinence of,

Relationships, their divinity and triviality,
Of knowledge, its power and weakness,
Of beauty, its eternity and mortality,
Of bonds, their strength and the strings;

Of those handpicked memories hidden in that deep corner,
Of people and their idiosyncrasies; familiar and the alien,
Of past; the treasured victories and crippling loses,
Of future, its uncertainty and the hope;

Of pain and ecstasy,
Of maturity and childlikeness,
Of love and hatred,
Of togetherness and loneliness,
Their meanings and abstractness!!

Of beginnings and endings,
Of meeting and parting,
Of the journey!

‘Clarity achieved’ never gives a high, it ceases to excite me anymore. Because there is another jumble waiting out there all the time. It is this blur that leads me into a black hole; it is the unanswerable that cries for answers and the celebrated abstractness that attempts to be quantified. And when everything about life is simply 'abracadabra', what more can be done but just go with the flow.Accept the perfect imperfectness of the journey and enjoy it.

she gets here, atlast.

She : Good evening,how are you doing?

Me: Very fine. (Smiles)

Some questions have easy answers, don’t they? Like the one above.


Timila (A Musical)