Defining life

Its a spare paper 

waiting for the artist.

It is woven music

 waiting for the lyrics.

Not bare sand but rigid stone,

 it needs a sculptor.

Life is a new house

 you have to decorate.

Life is the new register

 you have to write in.

It is an empty sheet

 waiting for your imprint.

One Day

Mother where are my shoes? Neeta where is my wallet? Mom where is my red tee?

She was up in a second, moving through the house, picking up things, handing things to the person who demanded it. This was a morning like every other morning. She wondered if this perhaps was the problem. The alarm on the bedside screamed everyday at 5 am and the day began even before she could open her eyes. Breakfast was to be ready by 7.30 and lunches packed by 8. By 9 she was all alone and ready to begin her daily work. The cleaning lady was late again, the tap in the kitchen needed fixing, the sheets have to be changed and everything has to be organized.

The day hadn't ended but her work was done, surprisingly. When was the last time she had time for herself? It was hard to remember. But this was her time, she hadn't decided what she would do. Her memory wasn't this weak, why couldn't she remember what she liked to do? Well she could always finish other chores, there'll be time for herself later. She had totally forgotten that there were clothes to be washed and ironed. Her memory was getting weak, she had never forgotten anything.

Lunch was always easier, she was mostly alone. Evening wasn't something she looked forward to though. She had enough free time to not know what to do. She thought about going back to her music but never really got to it. Marriage had put a stop to what little she had of her own. Now it was morning, day and night one after the other. She did it again, started thinking about how life had changed. She needed to stop this day dreaming and return to reality.

Night couldn't have come faster. Dinner was all ready. Dinner was served. How was the day? No answer. Can we go out this weekend? Busy. Dinner was done. They are tired we can talk later. I'll clean up, why don't you go on. Finally she could talk to him. Silence. There is always tomorrow.

Contagious

I did not see it coming

as I turned the corner.

You came out of nowhere

and I was infected.

I could not keep it

I didn't want to.

He was unaware that

he was the next victim.

It was early morning

I did not desire it.

Last evening was enough

I had more than I needed.

Its contagious

I have already passed it.

The next person is lucky

he didn't sleep all night.

It made its way 

through the day.

It traveled through the city

it returned to me at night.

I could feel it coming up

I wanted to suppress.

I have work to do

I don't want it anymore.

This yawn is infecting

me and making me lazy.

I wish you hadn't given it to me

I wish I wasn't sleepy.

I'll find my way?

Its dark and its gloomy. The road is never ending. Its been hours since I've been walking. 


All day long there was a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Now it has all come true. I don't know what is happening. I couldn't care less about it. But why am I sad? I don't know. Everything seems to be falling down. The buildings are crumbling and my life is too. What is the reason? I don't know. It all  happened so fast, I didn't even have a chance to blink.


Now what do I do? I don't know. Its all messed up, its complicated. I can't find the right path. How hard can it be to light a match and light a candle. Its hard enough. The sky is dark and the rain is black. The earth beneath my feet seems to be slipping slowly. I try to hold on to everything I had but its all out of my grip before I can think. When did all these paths intersect my way? I never saw them coming. Am I blind? Or am I lost? There is no more a destiny to look to and no path to follow. Its all wilderness now.


How can this be the end? Its my fairy tale and it can't end now. I'm not ready to let it go. I can make it up all again and go back to the way I remember. This story is never ending, I'll make sure it is. I won't give up. A minute before I was happy, I don't know where it all went. I have to find it and get it back. Its going to be hard I know but I'll still try. This darkness is oppressing, will I ever find my way out? Suddenly my strength is fading away and so am I. This is too hard, I can't do it. I'm giving up, I'm embracing the blackness, I'm going away. I'm dying.

Scarlett

The name 'Scarlett' may not mean a lot to many people, but to all those who have read 'Gone With The Wind' by Margaret Mitchell know what this name carries within itself.


Scarlett is blood.
Our heroine, Scarlett O'Hara witnessed the gore of the American Civil War and survived it. She not only saw the killings but also killed a 'Yankee' to save her beloved plantation, Tara. She got through all the hardships of the war to see another day and win over another situation.


Scarlett is passion.
She is passionate about life. Hardships, poverty, war or death nothing can drive away her deep love for life. Nothing defeats her, nothing can keep her down. She might be thrown down by life but she embraces it right back without flinching.


Scarlett is perseverance.
War, 3 failed marriages, death of father, mother and child, loss of love...no situation is capable of keeping Scarlett down. She goes from one day to the other following the simple motto - "I'll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day."

Scarlett is an idol.                                   
Scarlett O'Hara is one of the most powerful fictional character in English literature. She has become a symbol of feminine strength for women of all generations and from all over the world. Her characters stubbornness to always fight for what she wants and of never giving up on her dreams has made her the idol that she is.