Floodgate !!

It’s that time of the year again: the rains are here and so are the memories flooding the gates of my mind, drowning me in them as I try hard to stay afloat clutching on to the ropes of reality, but then taking a dive can be an escape too; an escape route from the nonsense that I am surrounded by.

There isn’t a fantasy attached to my notion of getting lost in what I can presumably think of, there remains a tinge of sour grapes though. Ahh! That’s what ifs and buts basically do, they open a box filled with certain questions which have just too many answers to choose from, I know the right, but there are too many grey areas with ticks encircling them. The grey matter can rarely comprehend grey zones, the whites though reflect just one thing: a face, a vision and just one darn person. Too many ticks, too many answers and just too many thoughts. The result: a remorse, now a penance for life.

And, it is good, does feel good: that feeling when the heart burns and it rains outside, it adds another level to the ecstasy. The white and the grey merges into one, the black?? There never was one, for now there’s a shadow: a trail of light and there’s me. The remorse, the penance and the bliss: not another notion, not a fantasy.