TURN THE PAGE

When we start writing something - about someone, about something, some place, some instance or about ourselves pouring out our feelings into it; we go on jotting down every moment of it. For that period, the page becomes that era of our life when those details were placed in it and we go on living it with our pen. We scribble, we rewrite somethings, make errors but we keep on adding more details. And as we reach the end of the page and are still left with a little more; we keep writing on the edges, between the lines and even around the corners. clearly rejecting to turn the page and losing the sight and the feel of what we have already written. Many a times, turning the page does make us lose the memory of what we already wrote. We initially go back for references but eventually, we do realize that the previous page had enough of what it should have had and that the current page should not reflect it more but be on its own and so should be the next one.

DOUBTS

They are the shadows following us,
shadows more visible in dark
They are the ghosts of our past,
fueling our minds at every tiny spark

Fear is nothing on its own
if not accompanied by this dirty doubt
Every soul, on its own is calm and poised
it is doubt that makes it shout

Every healthy mind
breeds dreams of castle
The one infected with doubt
finds every reason to rattle

Falling into its trap
is as easy as pie
Holding onto it
is the reason you everyday die

We look ugly when we doubt
Its a disease to be treated soon
Talk it out, share it out, cut it out
Before you see the late night moon