That Thread....

My thread...


It was a contract of trust, with more than you..
And you too were more, than you are.

Yes distances were there.

I place the golden thread around my wrist, that done !
struggle with my left hand to put it on..
with eyes riveted on it, as if trying to read..

I always thought;
You should have done that;
I too have lost the rite..
and the future numerals look curious..
And I too don't know, how strange would it be..
when next we meet each other.

How we must have changed;
only the custom stays,
educing from the past,
the undying days,
and my full-sleeved shirt..remains.

Gravity Pulls....!

Our Weight...


There are people : who are apparently attached, relatively, more to the ground while other are not so much.

There are times : when one feels rather light, upbeat and up in the air and also when one feels heavy, as is the heart and so are the feet.

Every time one does an act justifying all the rationalities, an act which has helped one earn some real satisfaction, it adds more value and weight to one's self and one becomes more attached to the ground.

In due course of time, test and life, different forces try to sweep you off your feet, depending upon ones "weight" and one's will, one gets displaced or not. As in a normal gathered sense this displacement isn't just change in a situation or circumstance but it does has two effects, one, one looses some value earned (read weight) and two, one gets pushed a little behind the line, where one originally was.

Its all a part of the game which we and life play with each other.
Which side of the line we are, depends only on us.