In-between the mid-point and Extreme.

So I thought (who says we can’t).

Drew inferences, subject them to practical judgement. Was disillusioned, made amends. I am now almost certain about its validity. Drawing inferences is something I will normally loath to do. Exactly, I myself am perpetually dazed. Sometimes even I am surprised to see the reaction of people like you when I happen to you (depending on whether a person is a stoic or an exhibitionist, or again, one of the many who lie in between).
After I heard tell that the emotions we experience are very many, and each distinct in their own respect, independent of one another, I am forced to contemplate, muse, clear the misconceptions.

Yes, the assertion might hold ‘true’, but only to an extent.

You might think that I have nothing else to do but engage in such buffoonish activities, but you know, I am displeased when I see such being thought of about my counterparts and me, but primarily, I love to see my thoughts take wing- listen to their clamor (opinions differ, you know), feel their love and hatred, watch them caress and fight each other.
Only to realize that essentially, emotions you feel are just varying hues of two extremes, to which we are subject to one at a time, only to understand (and value) the true meaning of each.
Okay, I make it a little simpler for you. The two extremes, each arcane and cryptic in their own respect, are hardly experienced in their purest forms. He isn’t harsh on us-the One who might be responsible for all this. He assumed we’d understand. But alas, that was not to happen, and you end up here. These emotions, overtones and undertones of the two given extremes, were supposed to make it much easier for you people, were supposed to make us understand what the extremes stood for, what life stood for, and what life would be without them.

Yes, so- varying hues.

And I lie somewhere in-between the mid-point and extreme. Find me. (Here, I make an assumption about your intelligence level, so I don’t have to tell you which side of the spectrum I lie on).

It’s the ones who try to decipher understand, the others die with illusions.

I hope this makes sense to you, because when I say I don’t care, I’m not sure whether I really mean it.

Of metaphors and innuendoes; of trite and clichés .

Later.

Fragments of a Dream Dreamt So Long Ago

And everything was in its place

I couldn’t have asked for more.

The stars shined back at me

I didn’t answer the call

I knew it was a mistake.

The centre of the stage

Called my name.

I don’t know

Whether I responded or not

But I had the chance.

I heard a thousand truths

Truths which only I know

He said I would see tomorrow

And amend

The painful end

Which only I saw.

And before I could realize,

It was too late.

It happened too fast,

My involuntary self betrayed me.

And all I am left with

Is fragments of the dream

Dreamt so long ago.

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No birds chirping.

No sun shining.

No breeze blowing at my face.

Still, I love it.

The amazing serenity…

Which casts a spell.

The darkness which many fear,

I eagerly await.

It gives me

That, which many yearn for.

Which I yearn for.

Sitting with no one around

(Undoubtedly the best part)

In solitude,

I reflect at what has chanced.

What could have chanced.

And why it did not.

I reflect at what I have shared,

And what I should have won.

I deserve my fate,

But only to realize

“Give and Take”

Is plain bull .

You either give or you take,

No connection whatsoever.

Cynical souls have taken over.

Because no one cares.

The pronounced quiet

Of the night amazes me,

No one to question you,

No one to answer to.

But me.

Just thinking of petty things

That hardly matter

Makes me smile…

Makes me wonder,

Is there a better place to be?

I can live in this moment for ever and ever.

Because…

I just love

Being with me.

I listened to you.

I listened to you,

And I heard nothing else.

I listened to you,

And I could feel your smile.

I listened and laughed,

As if it were the funniest thing ever.

I listened and cried,

As if those problems were mine.

I listened and said “Yes”,

As if you made sense.

I listened and stared,

As if under a spell.

I listened and nodded.

As if to agree.

I listened and wondered,

In awe and amaze.

I listened and listened.

As if you were there.

Last Words

Stranded,

On the brink of existence,

I have to make a decision.

Should I pass on, should I pass by?

Staring down the dissolving ashes

Of what has gone,

The realization persuades me.

Too many chances have been given & taken.

But did they make a difference?

Isn’t this what I want?

But what if someone’s waiting…

Someone is waiting.

I still have to answer,

I live in debt.

No, I shall not.

But do I have a presence?

No wrong has been done.

Yet I feel the guilt.

I yearn for release,

And desire to be free.

For if I go on,

Never will I see myself again.

The needful should be done, shall be done.

But reflecting upon my options,

It still haunts me…

Will it make a difference?

Will I make a difference?