A Thousand Years

So you lost someone you loved. 

To time, to crime, to science,  to space.

You should know that this was not the first time you loved them.

You have loved them multiple times before.

This was not the first time you both stumbled through circumstances to meet each other again.

And you both felt it faster, each time through.

And all it took was two sets of two pairs of eyes

meeting through the layers of lost lifetimes and stolen glances

and hands held among expressions of love.

and the unrelenting tide of waiting,

to set your world on fire once again, brighter than before.

So you lost someone you loved in this lifetime.

In some other lifetime, it ends differently. 

In some other lifetime, it does not end.

*Hugs*

Exodus

In the moment we're born, we're drawn to form a union with others. An abiding drive to connect, to love, to belong. In a perfect union, we find the strength we cannot find in ourselves. 

But the strength of the union cannot be known until it is tested.

Not here to stay

The crimson flower offered its shoulder

while you, the butterfly pass by

You knew you're not here to stay

Yet its color catches your eye.

 The thorn warned the flower,'Psst,'Do not attach,

For a butterfly cannot mend its ways

A momentary presence is all you will get

before the butterfly takes flight away.

The flower blushes on, in denial,

With its every petal, and ignorant chaste

The butterfly, enraptured and tantalized

feeds on the flowers sweet taste

It hovers around longer than usual

making the flower convinced indeed

For what the butterfly itself lacked,

the flower knew: It fills complete

And thus the flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You are not here to stay.

'For that #!%$ transient butterfly!!',

the thorn fumed

But why?

You are not here to stay

Then soon of course, comes a time

When true to its nature 

the butterfly ups and leaves

in search of other flowers;

to hover,

to attach,

to feed.

And yet
The flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You were not here to stay,

Regardless of a predicament that is doomed

Even when you are not here to stay.

The Totally Unscientific Chronicles of Systemic Memory Relapse and associated Maddening Disorders

We all have had them. One time or another.

The bad timing case.

No,i am not talking about situations where trite  lines like "its just bad timing-if its meant to be it will eventually be"  are cited, a saying to which i would personally love to retort with a smirk and a "please shove it up your ass" if i ever hear it. 

I am talking about instances where our choice puts the other options totally out of the picture. No option of "may eventually be" or feeble "what ifs".

So we choose, because what we have and what we now want to include don’t perfectly align at that time.(*eyeroll* stupid strategy )Choose, NOT because we would rather lose in a cause now that could someday triumph than to triumph in a cause that we know will someday fail, but simply because we don't want to take a leap of faith.

Then, if the cons outweigh the pro’s of our micro-scrutiny of the entire situation, we cop out. Step back.  Play safe. And we justify our choices while we play safe. We build up walls. Higher.  Stronger over time. Till it convinces us that it is high enough to block that path. And we sit complacently for awhile, satisfied in our warped view of how things will be forgotten and we will let go of it.  And they eventually do. They are replaced, by everyday. Life, as we know it, gets in the way and hurls other major turning points as we move on and stock up on fresh memories along its course. And soon the wall becomes so blurry that we don’t even see it anymore. Atleast that’s how it was for me.

Then.

One day.

One piece of long forgotten piece of paper.

One random song.

A small inanimate thing I had tucked away.

One glance at the vaguely familiar area.

Just ONE of the above.

And BOOM.

That does it.

Moments of pure, unadulterated, unrationalized maddening urge.

Instantaneous.

Systemic.

And there it looms. Darker than before.  That wall I had built. The wall that had blurred away to obscurity till that very moment. That wall. 

Crumbling unabashedly, unapologetic and involuntarily. Paving way for a flood of memories. Memories  I thought i had tucked away to oblivion . And yet here they come, getting under my skin, piercing through every molecule of my being , stirring up all the moments right till the build up of the climax of that chapter of life. The maddening blast from the past catalyzes the rude wake up call – that I had let go… while vestigially holding on.

Now that the wall has crumbled, this time how does this end?

Is it the end? 

Or the right time?

And if it is… Is there a right time to undo the wrong things for the right one?

RUSH.

Sometimes, when we are not noticing, life tiptoes up from behind us and sweeps us off our feet in the most unexpected way and before we know it, we find ourselves flying. Only to realize that the lead up to our lives upto that moment was with the sole purpose to experience that one moment.