Life as it comes..

It was time for him to let go of her, of the soul who always came to his aid when he alone did suffer, he reminisced of how she entered his life as an answer to his prayer of how proud a dad he was,when he saw that she was no quitter but a trier she spelled joy to him when after a long day she came running into his big arms she weighed so light sitting on his broad shoulders of responsibility as they traveled through huge farms the adamant li'l girl,it was only to his words that she always had heeded, they bonded in the twilight of silence and spoke only when words were needed now he tried hard to make his tears go unnoticed but given his light blue eyes,they wouldnt let that happen, and so he sat there alone,digging old memories, making his feelings re open he regretted the days when he upset her by not answering her questions timely, he wished he could show her of all the days he stood there,caring silently he wondered if that tough outer shell was even worth it just be

She took the mighty pen in her delicate hands passing it between her fingers. Her eyes gazed upon the distant moon as her brain mills were working at lightning speed. In her unconscious state of mind she kept travelling the perimeter of her soft lips with the tip of her pen. It was hard for her to decide if words were to her, lust or love ? Chancing upon new ideas were orgasmic to her, while penning them down was pure joy. The smell of books aroused feelings in her than  a man with his body drowned in perfume. She was the girl unknown to the world,unnoticed by the world , unrecognized by people who only recognized that face given to her outer body. She was the mystery unsolved, the love child of ideas,letters,words and punctuation s .. a place where she belonged.

Should I take to praying ? Or embrace my inner demons ? should I try conceiving my inner peace, which is absent..? Or give voice to the anger rising in bright red fumes? Should I blindfold my eyes which have long stopped looking out for help ? Or give another chance to foresight which always was right in predicting my dark future? should I chase pavements in search of happiness? Or consider accepting glum as my destiny? Should I reflect on my failures and cry out ? or use the bigger picture  to fool myself out of it? Should I try making my own path on foreign grass? or keep wandering aimlessly in this known barren land ? Should I let my mask to do the talking for me ? or let my inner self hide me forever ? Should I force myself with happy thoughts? or let these frustrations engulf me ? Should I portray myself as great by trying to put up a brave front ? or go unnoticed comfortably by breaking down ? Should I try so hard to fit in ? or accept that I am a lonely outcast ??

Have you ever raised your head while travelling to see who your co-passenger on this journey is ? Have you ever taken a minute to smile at a stranger on the road instead ?? [I know its too much to ask for, in a place like India where the road is filled with harum-scarum s who would wait for that one smile from you to go overboard with you !!] Have you ever wondered why you meet certain people at certain points of your life and how it is that you were destined to meet them alone out of the zillion others in this world ?? Have you realized that each passer-by is living a life as vivid as yours, as or more complex and interesting as you think your life is ,surrounded by a set of people that were chosen only to be part of his life and not yours ! Have you realized that in spite of  it all you are still connected to each one in this planet through nested chains and stronger connections ,some invisible perhaps for future activation ? Have you understood the simple fact that at the end

Its the age of dating, one-night stands and what not all !! I read 12 year olds are depressed that they got dumped by their boyfriends/girlfriends ! I see bikinis in the kids section now . I mean don't li'l girls like wearing those frilly frocks with apples, flowers or teddy bears on it anymore ??  Well I guess even teddy bears are no longer cute ! ( what with Miley Cyrus losing her nuts, twerking and permanently damaging the very symbolism that teddy bears stood for in the classic story of ' Goldilocks ' ). Leaving even that apart , can somebody tell them that dresses and looks aren't what is going to define them later ! [And yes I cannot help but end my sentences in exclamations than full stops !] The newer breed of girls have lost the very elegance, grace and dignity which was once used to define my species . As coco chanel  quotes :" A girl should be two things -classy and fabulous . " And it saddens me more that day by day they are l