The conscience is blank. As blank as it could be.
Cant remember the last time something was "how it should be".
Expectations were never a forte ever.
But the changes did have their own fervor.
Its important to move on from what "could've been",
And look forward into the reality that shall now be seen.
But its an infinite loop of images flashing fast.
Some images known and others just feelings that as an image, cant be cast.
An image full of vibrant colors,
but having cracks because of all the tremors.
The head starts spinning from right when it all went south,
to when you wanted to say a lot but just couldn't open your mouth,
To every inch of unresolved doubt,
Closure isn't probably all this is about.
Its more about the imagery that remains uncertain.
The prize that was behind the other curtain.
Then there is a realization amidst the alleged pain,
It was your choice to choose the curtain with a stain.
Although some images can never be retained,
Just because at the right time, they never pertained.
Some loss in transition is indispensable.
Some transitions can be tough but never abominable.
the mind accomplishes some limits where comprehension fails.
Its a spinning head, it can't walk straight on rails.
It has to go in circles round the streets where it shouldn't have been.
Across all the images that need to be forgotten and rendered unseen.
Through all the instances you would prefer to call as destiny.
But this open trespassing is the brain's usual mutiny.
The wound seems internal, something that you could fake.
But pretensions of not having it at all are easier for everyone to take.
It sounds so bad, is it really this tragic?
Is it time to give up and believe in some magic?
Magic is not a myth, it does happen several times.
Not every magic can convert your cents to dimes.
But is it too early to believe that its all over?
Or too late to understand that it cannot go any lower?
Time too is money, but it is rather just a reference.
Something that can patch everything or create all the difference.
Its said for consolation though,to "give it some time".
Some consolations are sufficient indeed. just like this rhyme.
Its a new day every time you wake.
You have everything in the world to take.
It might be hard and it could be unbearable.
It may also sometimes be simply "un-shareable".
It sounds like some excruciating pain.
But its your head! So your own responsibility to contain.
Just ask it simply to take a break for the day.
And give it some rest for the next if you may!.
And after the rest you need not tell anyone you haven't slept.
Just laugh it off saying you overslept.
Because its not just the head that is spinning, its your thoughts too.
A blur that is there which you just can't shoo.
But right after the reboot on waking up you realize,
it was just a bad dream not at all a big surprise.
Its better to deal with all the baggage before it will clutter.
Not all the bad dreams will last forever.
Rather than pondering upon the mess that you've made,
You need to find a way out because its a maze that you've made.
Howsoever the painting be, you made it so hang it on the wall.
Its just a matter of perspective. Just have a Look! Its not that bad after all.
-Aishwariy
