A Heavy Note

I took a second look at the sheet of paper in front of me frantically searching for my identity on the paper which was a number. Sometimes we are worth numbers to be added or subtracted. We were on an inspiring mission to subtract one. For a second I was lost trying to regain my composure. For the past few days, I have been like the actor who had no clue where acting ended and life began. Like a plagiarist who is desperate to create something on his own. But the music played on and blank white sheets were filled with crap when my mind was praying for some sleep.
I took a third look at the sheet. So many signatures down the line and here’s the one which seemed to have some value. I smiled, kissed the lucky chain and my pen flowed over the paper hoping for a positive outcome. A tribute to M2…..R.I.P Karanth!!
The verdict went the other way. Sometimes we run out of options. All we can do is forget and forgive!!

AUGUST 7th……………Never gonna forget this Date!!
A MEETING BY THE RIVER

I washed my hands clean to continue walking ahead. But I guess, I will never be able to wash the stain left behind. We get so satisfied by washig our hands off so many events and suddenly you are left filling up empty spaces when you come across a stranger. I met him yesterday. A Perfect Stranger. Time was intoxicated and I was swinging from my past to the future hanging on to my present. I couldn’t explain why there was so much imbalance but ll I could do was view everyone through those ‘rose framed glasses’ and exclaim “He’s the last person I ever hoped to meet!!”.
You walk ahead trying to forget he had ever been a part of your life but again, he’s left back those empty spaces to fill up and I guess I gotta pick up the broken chips and walk ahead. So……I still prepare….prepare to meet many more familiar and unfamiliar faces who will payme a visit like the passing clouds. I guess its true—“Life is just another dream..”