let go

Chewing gum wrappers,
metro tokens,
movie tickets,
bits of hand written paper,
a thread from a dress,
a strand of hair,
a stained coffee holder
a pen,
pictures in my laptop,
some acquired habits,
smart dial numbers,
current email password,
carefully preserved letter pad,
a stolen coin,
boarding pass,
the dam handkerchief,
cuttings from the newspaper,
a blue shirt ,
and a hulk green t shirt,
an excel sheet.
a scar on my neck.
I shed a tear as I let it all go,
for now, and for ever.

Life is good

He sat still, almost life less. He was teary eyed and his
mind was devoid of any thoughts.He could feel his heart
burn, and his vision was blurry.So drained out was he,
that his attempts to move, or get up were going in vain.
clearly he hadn't taken very nicely to whatever transpired
in the last 48 hours.It was a marathon, that he was running.
And right now,he wasn't aware weather he had finished it,
let alone finishing first, or just dropped out of it.

He had no contact with the world these past hours,it was
just him and his struggles.He could feel himself falling into a
sleep,off which he might not wake up.His blood had curdled
so thick, that his heart wasn't able to pump any of it through
to his brains.And thus the absence of conscious thoughts.

He tried to get up , but his back gave way and he collapsed
on his cushy leather sofa once again.He stretched and rolled
over on the sofa and dozed off, only to wake up the next morning.
Being a Monday , it was time to go to the office.Fresh after about
13 hours of sleep, he marveled at the days he spent over the weekend.

Two days of eating pizza and other leftover,sleeping and
watching 11 movies and endless episodes of moronic Simpson's.
No outings,no annoying visits from friends and no phone calls.

Okie, so all this staring at the screen left him teary eyed,all that
pizza gave him an acidic heartburn,and drinking too little water
left his blood thick.Spending too much , almost all the time lying
down, left his back unfamiliar with the feeling of supporting his
body's weight.

But didn't he clean up all nice and fine on the Monday morning,
"bring on another week" he said to himself.
Life was well and truly good .

Thats also a way

"Why the hell are you doing this to me. . " a voice shouted inside his head as he felt a vein
on the his left temple swell. " Wipe that look of achievement off your face, you are saying two totally incoherent things that make no sense together".

Realistically he just wanted to express his concerns our the way this conversation was going,
he had felt pushed against the wall ever so often in the past few days,not by his inability or ineptness, but by sheer lack of depth of understanding and an absence of well directed thoughts,
displayed by the other person.
Y know what , I might have been totally wrong in my preconceptions about you, while its all nice
speaking about things that you do speak about , you really have know idea which way things are going."
"I really don't think you can ever get out of the habit of being struck in trivialities , or
grow up enough to owe up what you don't know"
Clearly he had out lived his patience, and more then being irked , be was bored by airy headed,
highly patterned and repetitive behavior. Whether the behavior was triggered by any emotional distress or was a personality trait he was now starting to observe , he didn't know.
" No way , this isn't gonna work the way you see it!!!, you only need some one who agrees to it, and that too at your convenience" he felt his vein is going to burst, leaving him hemorrhaged.

He looked up and said "Okie", five minutes later he had forgotten he ever had such a conversation and was getting along normally.

Far less worse

Superior mortal or lesser God, thats the choice I have to make .
and I am weighting my options closely.