A Letter.

Dear AK , 

How's it going ? I mean What the hell is wrong with you? How have you been? I mean What the hell are you doing? Lets' get this straight. Wth is going on ? 

The Sun shines bright in the morning, clear as sky and damn pleasant. The wind that blows is just cool enough to make you feel comfortable and forget whatever the hell that is you are thinking. The Night, ah, the nights, that cold breeze that flows due to the after effects of the little monsoon rain. Do you have any idea how good that feels, that smell, that atmosphere, and all the bla bla things ? But still I find you lost. Are you planning anything big? Hell No. Are you making any life-altering medicine? Hell No. Are you preparing for any exams/ studying anything? Do I need to repeat the 'No' answer? 

So, What is that you are doing? What happened to your writings? 

I used to appreciate myself when you gave me work to do, something to make me work, something to keep me alive/whatever! But now, you are just ignoring and filling me with all the cr@p. And do you have any idea what that context you fill me with contains beneath the crap title (which I named it) - All the things that are simply impossible. Wake up. 

Some while back, I used to feel good, when you started that Haiku (5-7-5) thing. That gave me something to ponder over, something to keep me busy searching for the variety and things I haven't even heard of. And to add to it, there was a lot of other stuff as well, creative stuff. Now, I feel like under-used / not used at all. 

So what's going on? What happened to your thinking part? The Creative part ? Are you losing it? Because if this goes like this, You might not find me anymore. I know about your passion for writing. I am having doubts whether it is called passion anymore. Because I just can't find it in you any more. I know what you keep thinking all the time. You want to write about this, about that, about every freaking thing that you see. But do you ? I see something fascinating and interesting, but what happens to you when it comes to pen them down. Why do you give it a pass? And ultimately forget about it! 

Not Cool, dude. Not cool at all. Wake up. You need to start again. Kick-Start, Super-Kick Start, may be. Or else you will just become obsolete and forgotten, in a matter of few days. So, get yourself into one piece and start working on what you do best. 

Sincerely & Frustrated.

Your-Mind

A Tiny War.

The incandescent light flickering in the limelight of my soul when solace and peace of mind are betrayed. The multitude of desires overwhelmed with compassion. The heart is just a mere object which desires endless often stimulated with little attractions. Little thoughts pestering the mind. 

There is war. War between two unlikely things. The Good and the Bad. The Brain and the Heart. People say Think with your mind and Love with your heart. The lesson so vivid and clearly consumed by the heart that it loves everything. But the mighty brain persuades to think before proceeding. But the mind fails to control this only part of the entire human system despite the warnings. 

The brain warns of the senseless consequences of the actions of the dear heart. And what crime did the heart commit except than just showing a mere love and affection. A tiny war between mind and Heart where the Heart stands out and justifies the title. When Love is in the air, the heart gets all excited while the brain is in its best to maintain its dignity. But the heart sucks it down the pit hole. It falls in love, the inevitable feeling which the brain can never understand. But then again, the brain isn't just a piece of useless thing. It still warns of the gave-pit. What greater loss can it(the brain) endure?  The little difference between 'liking' and 'loving', the brain tries to explain. Then again there is infatuation. Another deadly poisonous sting in the back of the tail. 

While the Heart desires, the mind eludes from those desires. But who is stronger? The human will is nothing in front of the heart-ly desires. The mighty brain also has to kneel before it. Baffled is the brain, when the heart flatters itself for mere gestures. Period. Amazed is the heart when it finds the relief in the little moments of bliss. All is well that starts and ends well. But perfection is a distant land to seek. For the definition of perfection changes with each episode of life. And so does the desires of the heart. Then the disparity and the pain that the heart endures is painful as the mind tries to evade such  a distress. While the mind suffers with disillusion of what's happening to the heart and knitting the broken pieces. The heart is young and attracted.  

The above picture is just what the heart needs. Well, we don't have to say anything to it. It does its work without prior consultation. When heart desires, it inflicts the mind and persuades it to think more often about the desired. The mind becomes the prey for the desires. The little game is played perfectly by both until one has a disagreement on something and the heart cries in despair which the mind is accounted to pay for. The mind suffers for the betrayed love which was so pleasing till that moment. There are sleepless nights while the mind tries to overcome the little agony of pain. The sum of the heart which the heart has to pay. Then again, the same story continues. 

P.S. : I drifted away a little bit in the ending.