Shades of Red

Viruses seem to love me in September! Last year it was the pigs and this year, it is the pinks! With a three day isolation, I am a picture of boredom and waste of human life. Imagine missing 2 very important dates with your profs and mustering the courage to reschedule them!

Alas the dreams have gone for a complete toss. In Caliban's words "...The clouds methought would open, and show riches; Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked; I cried to dream again." I want to get into the same state of dreams but the ghosts of a diurnal world prevent me from that.

An induced state of hypnosis sets upon me where the medical beasts squat any dream-bug that my unconscious imagoes. Just like the old James Bond movie intros, I see the world painted in shades of bloody Red. Later do I realize that the filter is in my cornea! Today I see an unshaved, untamed wolf in the mirror, the eyes red, black and white, each pigment spilling into the other. The saving grace is that the monster still beats a human soul and feels love and kindness. 

Fed on a diet of Oranges, Bananas and other botanical miseries, the red moons seem to wane, the waters get flushed and the wolf bites the silver bullet. The engine begins puffing coming Monday and the Eatalians' party will be as per schedule on Friday! Do we hear the wolves howling eh!

A Clouded mind

It was all fine and I was of the belief that it will be as it was. But change is the way of life and change it did! The rhythm has a new tune to it; It makes me nervous. I feel cornered. Not being used to talk back in a desirable way to a special set of people, I don't know what to say. I have always been a person of few words and bad at arguments.

The deafening silence races my heartbeat. The mood dejects me. The clashes makes me doubtful of my abilities. Confusion sets in with a sense of hope and despair. Am I discovering a new me? Am I pushing too hard? Am I becoming selfish to see my own convenience?

Reason and romance don't gel well. But what about reason built on top of romance? Will the reason slip because of the improper gelling? And will that even get noticed?

Sleeping with a heavy heart is not what one desires. But at times, its the best the world can offer. Amidst the cacophony of Social Networking alerts and Technology aids, one cannot be alone for a moment. I look at my Facebook page and try to get lost in that ocean of virtual humanity while the heart nurtures itself to brace another tough day!