Me and my thoughts

Is age just a number? I wonder within myself Or it could have been aloud I can no longer tell My ears are sharp, but my mind is preoccupied I try recalling the past But it seems like a distant memory Everything is a blur of multiple emotions I wish I could see through them At least relive a few; forget many But life does not work that way I feel weary in my bones I wish I could rest But the journey is still not over I hope it is not long as before Almost half is what I can do My knees tremble as I gaze behind My eyesight dims as the distance increases I have come a long way Through different phases and even eras I look at the age Is it just a number? Did I ask myself this before? Is my work done? Can I do anything else? The questions keep adding. Was it memorable? It was interesting Was I happy? I forgot to tick the box. Am I mature? Only time will tell The age might not be just a number anymore It is a reminder to let go It is a reminder to cherish the small things It is a reminder to

The alarm kept repeating the same tone. It was irritating, and my eyes refused to open. I was not sleepy, but I had a strong reason behind it. I knew the exact sequence of events that was bound to happen today. I am not psychic, although I wish I were one. I could have prevented this event if I had the ability to see the future or at least if I had used my common sense. I looked at the phone to check the time. It was 7.15 and the day was Wednesday. It wanted this to end. I did not have a name for it yet. I closed my eyes again, hoping to pass some time. I knew very well by now, that is might not happen. After a period, I rechecked my phone, the digital timer should still at 7.15 am. It was daring me to try and change it. I have given up after the 7th attempt. It was too creepy to see the clock turn in the opposite direction. I got up from my bed, and the clock began its motion. The day will be identical to the last Wednesday. Or should I say the last time I experienced a Wednesday? Yes

       James walked into the office building nervously. He was excited and scared at the same time. This was an essential beginning of his life in more than one way. His hands touched the sidewall, and his steps were calculated. After all, it was difficult to let go of his childhood habits. He blinked his eyes multiple times in awe. He was amazed by everything he saw. And more importantly, he was grateful that he could see. I need to report to human resources; he nervously told the security guard. The man looked at him, quizzically. James began to wonder if it was a pranked. He could not believe that he got the job as a sales representative in a decent firm. This was his first job and second chance in life. He did not have the slightest clue that this look kept away people without appointments and other trespassers. He did not know this fierce-looking man was, in fact, a softie at heart. I am a new joinee, James spurted out before the man could ask the next question.       The

Swetha pressed the silent button for the seventh time. She sighed and looked at the number again. She just needed to compose her thoughts before answering the call. When the phone rang again, she clicked the auto message button. The reasons that were listed did not match her emotions. Everything was bland and general. She laughed to herself about the irony about how it matched her relationship. How did it get here? She wondered. Swetha, Swetha, Nisha’s voice broke her thoughts. Which world are you? She tugged her roughly. She looked at her friend without giving a reply. They were not in that kind of a relationship. They were office colleagues who worked together, had fun and yet did not share any personal information. Swetha wondered if she could put words to her emotions. She sensed something was wrong but did not know how to explain it. They walked to the canteen for their dose of caffeine. Coffee had the power to break the monotony of the day. They filled their glasses and moved to

Death is seen as the ultimate move in the mortal world. This is considered as a win or a loss depends on the person. All humans beings have a knowledge of death. We all understand that we will have to leave some day. However, the inevitability does not affect us until we are sick or sad. There are so many philosophies and speculations regarding life and death. All of us are haunted by this question every time we think about death. Though we might not ask this aloud, we still wonder. Who will cry when I die? The general assumption is that our family and friends. Maybe even the people whose life we have touched. What is the real situation? The day we die, people we know would weep their eyes out. After we are cremated, the friends will sigh and go on with their lives. In a month or two, the extended family will blame it on fate or will of God and move one. Our family might miss us our little longer based on our importance and value. In a year, they will miss us but the actual grievi

What matters most in life? We concentrate on so many trivial elements We spend our energy in accomplishing it We strain and stress about it This could be simple like a relationship Or complicated as a pimple We worry so much about beauty We try every cream available Or at least the ones we could afford Our appearance matters so much We sometimes forgot about the person within us We forget that Eunoia matter A beautiful thinking and a well mind