The Balancing Act

Once upon a time, before the advent of ‘Facebook’, there was this lady who kept on looking for her school friends , she searched Google, she did not come across any site were she could  find them . Many  leisure hours were spent in the hope of finding long lost friends, many evenings were spent looking at the old school albums and imagining ‘how would it be if I were to meet them now, we would have so much to talk, so much to share’ and she glowed in the feeling of warmth which emanated from her mere thoughts !! She spent her days and evenings in the rigmarole of life, but whenever she got a chance to pause, all she could ever think of was about her friends and  of getting in touch with them again, so the days passed… they became weeks and weeks passed to become months and so on.  Then few years later, on an orange tinged sun setting evening she stumbled upon the freshly doled out 'FaceBook', and her life changed, she spend her days and nights logging on to it, updati

Turning the corner I glanced back Nothing was visible, I drew a blank Slowly at the end of the road I saw the paddy field with toad Flickering lanterns and resounding hymns Fall from the cycle , flailing signs Fishing out the cheapest clothes Like flame flocking moths Only no flame to engulf the shame The frantic attempts to save the name One by one I saw pillars falling off And then I saw the whole dorm crashing off Staring on the face With no hiding place The milestones of life , The endless strife Turning the  corner I again  looked back All the sights, all of them had made a serpentine line; pitch black

I am at a loss of words, I do not know when or where I lost my will to write.  All I can do nowadays is read, read and read a lot, when I am not reading I feel incomplete, when I read I am immersed in the lines and verses and the beautiful artistry and imagery of the writer, I imagine the pain, the hard work that must have gone into writing such enthralling and beautiful stories or did the writer do it effortlessly, the words just flew from her pen forming into beautiful words and sentences?? It can be either way, whatever way it is, I just love reading.  I am longing to read more and at the same time I am dying to write, write lovely poetry with brilliant imagery, to write prose with gripping story and lively characters. Till then I shall revel in the brilliant  and heart warming stories written by such talented writers all around.