The Rope

I wish I could turn the pages of time,
Not forward, but backward.

Though I have to admit that pain has made me strong, I have seen the point  of minima, absolute darkness. When I even did not possess the will to finish the little bit of life left, that had bestowed upon me the pain that I so fondly withstood. I had no energy; nothingness seemed to captivate my existence.
I am back now, after all the trance of being in a well, 'Oblivion's abode', which has an infinite depth. Somewhere I found a rope, that someone had let down to bring me up and since then I have caught hold of it, and God knows I shan't let go! This rope has fossil-led into my palms.

I know, I won't let go. I will go ahead, march with the dignity of being alive, with the sun smiling warm on me. And Nay I will Smile back with assurance that I am not dreaming, that I am close to my dreams, and not in 'one' myself!

Panchéé
5-July-2012

Letters from the discomforts of the Bed

Yes indeed! I write now while I am lying on my bed, down with a terrible respiratory problem. I have been sick for almost a few days now and I already feel miserable. I feel like a prisoner, locked away behind the bars of Asthma!
But honestly, writing might be an answer to this misery. I know I am very melodramatic and I blow everything far beyond proportion. But I find this dramactic world rather interesting. In short I would be quite honoured if you would tag me as a drama 'queen', at least I am a queen!!
I might come across as authoritative, thrusting my opinions on those people who happen to bear with me, only because they (those that put up with me) are quite sure that deep down I am nice and though these people I refer to now comprise of a tiny number, one that could be counted comfortably with < 10 fingers yet they are all that I need to get along with life with a true smile.