ny's eve

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!

The week begins with a promise and by beginning of Tuesday, a smudge of grey threatens to bleed.

There is a flash in the pan magic. An unfinished puzzle!

I have grown into, not taking a single day, a single person for granted. There is a reason to it all.

Love! In all its flavor, the one which comes in form of leg-pulling sister, a screaming toddler, also the one which is just the briefest of catching my eye across the room or not looking into my eyes at all, sitting across the table; the one which does not think numbers at all.

The math is immaterial.

The fandom of the most outstanding professor, a valedictorian in the making, a few coffee mugs and some zillion conversation snippets later… ‘shall I surprise you?’ and he kissed me.

That was then… this is now! A time warp!

Amount of time, doesn’t matter. Number of people who hurt you, do not matter.

Leap of faith. Matters! Doing what you are doing, with all you got. 

That. Matters!

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

1 comment:

Sidewinder said...

The Works... One masterpiece deserves another one, similar, relevant, the unbelonging league

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun