Melancholy

Another lazy morning... even the day seemed reluctant to get out of its blanket of clouds. A warm kicthen with a long oakwood table,ladenwith scrambled eggs, freshly baked pancakes and hot coffee seemed like a dream. The heat of the morning chitchat is missing to ignite the hearth. I whiled my morning, rummaging through old photographs,music and cards from friends and family. Have to finish some work before the close of the day, but just cant bring myself to it. Heart seems to be singing to a different tune, unmindful of the time flying past. It seems to have stuck in some place in the past. Almost like an age old mountain,watch moments come, strike a pose, get clicked and go away. Its oblivious of what weathering the time is bringing upon it. It keeps on humming a melody, in repeated loop, as if reminding me of something.Its very disconcerting. I feel too caught up in myself. like an image of me stuck in the mirror.Reason tells me that am already older than the image itself. but i keep staring. almost like a narcissist. As if its going to come to life and talk to me.
Someone will be home soon. To take me back from the illusion of the mirror to the image of his eyes...

Hope

The last leaf put up a valiant show and danced its way to death, to become soil to a new life. And so i put away some experiences, to become lessons for the days to come. Out of the window, i see a bridge,across a chasm, to the other world. A chasm between today and tomorrow,between fall and spring.between dreams and reality. between hope and fulfilment.
I feel like a pod of seeds gone dormant, waiting for the spring to open me up, to the world again. In the midst of silent air, i can hear the song of a sunbird that would call this gray firmament its home again.Among the barren tress of the fall, i can see the colors of the spring. Behind the gray moods of the clouds, i can see the warm summer sunshine. The tress would come to life again and fulfill the promise that the rustle of the falling leaves had whispered into the ears of migrating birds.Till then, i'll keep the fire burning in the furnace, to give me light warmth and cheer.