Hope and despair!!

It would be unfair to call yours truly as 'The idle singer of an empty day' owing to not much eventful occurrence in the day where i stayed for the most time in a corner catching up with work that had been screaming for attention .The clock is ticking and ticking indeed quite fast.Time slips at a staggering pace and not long before the hour knocks when it would be time .. Time to leave another city another set of loved ones and like all times A cosy nest. A nest which is symbolic of every twig intertwined in one another.

Every twig holds the bigger nest as one entity.
This nest is a personification of what i got used to making for a larger part of my life ..A new place, a new city, new people new customs, traditions, way of life, resources, dos, don ts... you are scared..apprehensive and cold.. And then you meet people find similar ones and many who are not so. You learn from them because the similar ones only reinforce, while the new and different help develop a perspective.

Time passes by and life moves on and you become one with them..Its no longer the new place with new people .. It is now your place and you are one amongst the then new people.. all starts intertwining ...every emotion and every moment spent is now slowly readying the nest.The late night talk with the boys the walk on the lonely roads..moments of shared emotions.. first heartache to the latest fancy.. missing home..comparing the guy on the road with a pretty girl to how it would if he was back in our city. Tears flowing,,the reassuring promises .. and much more..
All this so softly and swiftly forms into a memory nest . It is here that you find comfort in . You find peace and sense of security in..

One fine day..the clouds start getting darker.. Its time ...Soon there shall be rain.. The time nears when we would have to leave .. The realisation that one wouldn't be able to curl up in comfort and ease after a while. You close your eyes and shut them hard assuming that you're safe in the self induced darkness...

Till the time arrive and one day you have to now look outside the nest and ready to fly to another branch that calls you. Your wings wont spread your muscles would cry but you'd still have fly.. tears would roll down and at certain instanes mid flight you would turn back and see the sight of your nest get fainter and dimmer till you can barely see it. (it is compared to the further you go away from the place you were in )
Time arrives when you would have to leave the once unfamiliar city to a familiar one.. But hey why the tears now.. That's the paradox.

We cry when leave the nest .. every twig of the moments spent lost somewhere in the hush of the Storm that arrived... we knew it would one day.. still we lived.. still we dreamt..still we laughed.. still we made friends.. still we shared..still we cared.. still we stood up for each other.. still we Lived even when we knew we would die one day.

never will we be in the same place in the same capacity but would surely remember that is was here where once our abode was. It was here where our nest was....

My eyes shut tight and i am silent in thought.. I am in the Lull before the storm
Very soon i would have to fly away once again from another lovely nest..another nest added to so many that we had to abandon.. but to leave shall be to live.. for another branch shall beckon us ..




with hope and a little despair
With shut eyes and a prayer
Ratin..