My life through my eyes

Life seems to be moving in a fast-paced lane. Years have flashed by like seconds but nostalgia remains buried in my memories.

It took just one visit to my high school and the old memories came sprawling back, as if it was just yesterday! The vacant school benches spacious enough for only 2 but a bunch somehow clinging on to the minutest of available space ; the little classroom cupboard actually meant to house important docs but strewn with scratchy papers; the dusty blackboard where the formulas were rubbed off just after the teacher exits ,to make space for creative comments ; the notice board which once glittered with handicrafts ,chart-papers and posters the student-artists made; the teachers desk from where a constant vigil was kept……everything seems to have lightened up.

A hundred passing thoughts

Its 3.30 in the night. The clock is ticking by. Each tick is resonating in my ears,amplified by the stillness of the night.The world seems to be in deep slumber. The silence of the planet is igniting my inner thoughts, my  floating-dwindling thoughts.My keystrokes are filling the void as I type.

My soul refuses to sleep and my thoughts flow as words.What am I writing about?Even I don’t have a clue.I just wanna ink my thoughts.I don’t need a reason,my fingers drag on to type,

One after another,the keys are pressed,the floating-thoughts are set in motion and they begin to live through my words.

No,I ‘m not here,

I’m somewhere else ,in the world of my dreams .

Perhaps I’m sleeping ….but my thoughts are awake,these refuse to calm,unpacified they flow , meandering along ,are my floating-expressions !