Tracks

Alone on A Silent Highway to Infiniteness


We are standing at the railway station. The sultry air filling my nostrils with a foreign smell which does not want to let go of me. The voice of the sea is still ringing in my ears, the memories, still fresh before my eyes. It's nearly time, I whisper.
The two set of tracks leading into the station, reminds of a choice I wished we never had to make. The tangle of destinies and collision of worlds, it's enough to make anyone's head hurt. Still, we are here. The clock strikes midnight and we start moving ahead. But where are we going?
You can't really tell, I say. There's no saying as to where we might land up. I have some ideas but I can't really be sure. Do you still want to go along?
As long as it's the same place for us.
I manage a smile, hiding the obvious fear of the unknown, I know it isn't hidden really. For, the next second, I am following where I was leading before.
A deep sense of calm strikes me and for a moment, I know nothing can go wrong from here. The train sounds it's whistle, we sprint towards the nearest door and get inside. Did you see where it is going?, I ask.


No, I don't want to either.


Are you coming along?


©2013 Aman Gupta

Swiftly

Dedicated to Nayanika - you're so sweet and we all love you :)

This one has been long over due and I'm sorry for it.

The wind starts to blow on a lush green landscape, the summer smell reminds me of a distant memory. Everything in sight is painted in the summer colours, yellow, green and blue as far as I can see. As my feet touch the soil, I can tell this sensation will be cherished long after it's gone.
The can feel the wind in my hair. My senses are awake and my eyes try to soak in the mesmerizing sight all at once, which proves to be difficult. The slow coo of birds mixed in perfect harmony with the sound of wind and swaying trees tops, feels musical and magical at once. The great virtuoso pulls the curtains over and it's suddenly starting to rain.
The horizon is a shade of blue-black, with the sun peeking from behind. The sound of rain hitting the earth triggers another memory buried deep. Slow claps of thunder rock the scene but I'm not afraid, I feel overwhelmed at nature's wonderful orchestra. The flash of lightening is streaky and oddly lightens your heart. In an instant, I've let go of it all.
The rain drops tingles the senses, it's cold but heart warming. The water in this rain has travelled very far to be here with you at this moment. This reminds me of home, a distant one.
Slowly, the grey clouds give way to the blue skies and it's bright again. I figure there's a meaning in it all but I'm too hazed too think about it too much. I go back to listening to nature and everything's beautiful again.

©2011-2013 Aman Gupta

Dark Memories

A bird flutters its feathers. A clock ticks a second. A drop of rain falls on my windowsill.


Every second, there are millions of happenings around the universe but you don’t suppose that something important is going to happen to you..A call maybe from the distant yet near past or seeing someone you took pain in forgetting.....sometimes at the time of the event, you don't think, you don't look around you....your heart leaps. Nothing...nothing can go wrong now, you dive into your past breaking all the silent promises, silently.

After 'Screwing Up’ you know you had your chance, time ruins the deepest of friendship...so what’s an hour long 'friendly' talk. It was as if a chill swept through me, constraining my heart but forcing it to pump harder the black blood in my veins. The Memories of it will haunt me for some time to come.....

(C)Aman Gupta 2009

The World at Large...is a Beautiful Place (Sample Post)

Unlike me, I look at the world with Rose Glasses. The World is a Community of People, Nature, Animals and unnatural phenomenon. Which is unexplained, will remain unexplained. You can only answer hypothetically. Everything you see is a phase, you don't know yourself until you learn to distinguish yourself from others. Learn your strong points and throw the negs away.
(C)Aman Gupta 2009