The Voice in the Head

Finally, The voice in the head could extort few minutes out of my packed schedule, invincible even after repeated dismissals. After hounding every type of role within for a while, it could finally get the ingenuous writer heed to it.

Sidelining the dramatized portrayal above, It took me a lot of time to convince myself that I need to write this. Amidst several pressures (some self created obviously, not trying to blame it all on circumstance) past few days have landed me in a mesh of thoughts which I am struggling to unentangle; left me trapped in a perpetual system of worry, denial and self-assurance. It has set me running back and forth through the corridors of self-criticality, where I am tiptoeing with fear and anxiety. Animating all possible scenarios which can happen in a world running on Murphy's law! A promising, almost-complete state of Rubik's cube which goes badly haywire in the end to align just few more squares. Was it more sensible to publish your results in the nearly-perfect state and make peace with your current capabilities, than to push yourself higher to strive for an all perfect Rubik's cube? The unsettling voice in the head doesn’t have an answer!

I am planning to end this writing here, since the flow of thoughts have ceased at this point and voice in the head has mellowed down. Also, I realize sometimes things are best left incomplete, open-ended. The way life strands us in middle of nowhere! Its no absolute law to end each write-up in a proper fashion, converging towards a mindful conclusion.

Concluding Thought : There was no powerful a tool than Retrospect, if only we had time machine!

Rantings at the peaceful Night Sky

An empty sky beckons me,

few stars here and there

twinkle intermittently

flickering in hopeless stare

The sky's a crystal ball

beholding within it

foretelling the future of all

How will you perform tomorrow?

How will you manage this sorrow?

Are you worthy of your dreams?

Have you toiled enough

to prove your candidature,

or its mere expectations

exceeding efforts

of a growing phony stature?

Is the future dark or bright

or again the demons of past

will indulge in,

what could have been possibly right

You fall short

when its time to

prove the mettle,

A sole Baggage of regrets

with which

you have an entire life to settle!

Rantings of an unstable soul

sometimes wise,

sometimes hard to console

A night sky is the ultimate companion

with thoughts haywire

emotions brownian,

Its abysmal depth

is what will absorb the low,

give out hint of hope

like its subtle starry glow!