Just some warm fuzzies.

Yoohoo.
Another dreadful year is about to end. Dreadful? Some ask why. Many will give you infinitesimal reasons why.
A lot of stupid wars
Brexit, Quitaly, Donald Trump (yes, I know, that shit went down.)
DEMONETISATION! (I swear, each time I hear mitrooo I have a mini panic attack)
And a lot of other political mumbo jumbo which we are not really affected by, but still deeply affected by.
A lot of our favourite icons have died (Yes, I am talking about Princess Leia.)
Basically, a lot of shit went down. A lot.
Still, does 2016 warrant the amount of hate memes the memedustry (Apparently it is an actual thing now) is churning out is a question I would like to ask.
A lot of political blunders happen every year. A lot of people die, famous people too. Who we have admired and have been inspired by. Travesties, natural disasters.
But no loss seems great enough if isn't personal.
A loss of purpose maybe, or a loss of dreams, loss of a loved one. Or losing your own self.
Such losses, I have experienced; inflict as much, if not more, as any grenade could.
And guess what? Most of them are self inflicted. And all of them can be cured by none other than?
*drumrolls*
YOU.
A little effort might be required. Okay more than a little.
A little spring in the step and a head shake with a jingle of the arms when no one is watching does make it easier.
So let's make 2017 a little better? And hope to gain more than we lose?
And since we have come to it, why not do something which frightens us, so we know we are doing something new?
Hope you have a good one this time.

P.S. It's now been an year that I have begun writing this blog. Thank you for still being here in my silly little cocoon of thoughts.
A smiley is warranted now, isn't it? :)

Trails which lead nowhere

I walk on a lonely trail
laden with yellowing grass
And bereft of any sounds
except an occasional chirp
or a distant bark
It's as silent as the nights
when I lay over you
And words were neither a barrier nor a
prerequisite to understanding
our jumbled thoughts
Lost in our own worlds
with nothing except the sound
of your heartbeat keeping me rooted to our realities
which somehow seemed more fiction than
The concoctions I had designed in my head
A cold wind rushes past me and
I am taken back to the park bench that now lies abandoned
And wonder if it feels tricked too
Still hoping against all odds
That the two lovers would grace it again
And fill the silences with banters
they were often embroiled in
Even as I let my gaze wander off into what was
left behind a while ago
I walk forward
And watch as the old peepal tree sheds its leaves one by one
Which it so affectionately held onto
And wonder,
Is it also a part of nature,
That sometimes we have to shed people too.