The Winning Frog.

Once upon a time, there were a few frogs, fighting over who was the strongest. But no one was able to prove themselves fully, when one of them came up with the idea of searching for the tallest bamboo shoot and climb it hence forth.

All tried, one by one, gathering up all the strength they could ever bring collectively. But, somehow, there was this one single frog, who made it to the top. To everyone's amazament, this was a feat impossible, And now you also would be wondering how?

This frog was deaf, deaf to the people around, their encouragements or demotivators, was deaf to whether someone believed in him or not. It just didnt seem to matter to him an iota.

And hence, he won.

This is also a new beginning for the leggo minded of mine and myself. Finally, (Read Smiling) the sabbatical ended yesterday, and i m all charged up to make this work, no matter what.

A lot of inputs i have recieved, or why even go on to others, when i know there are a lot of the defeated frogs in my own head, so the first step, to show these frogs the exit, and turn a deaf ear to the existing entities around...

Because im motivated, to make this work, no matter what. Its a challenge for me, and im going to turn anything negative in between us into positive, even if it means making all directions meet at a single point. (We can meet at the Terrestrial North Pole, we mutually like this place)

So, as of now where the Winter's setting in every passing day, we will make memories amidst the cold, just like spring...

Winter's over,

Spring's Here,

Rock the Cradle,

The air smells,

I'm glad,

The Sabbatical is over,

We will make

Our ship sail...

Emotionally Stunted...

Long time ago, there was this maiden, who always used to keep the feeling she felt, the emotions she lived, hidden, in her heart, this world of hers was never seen with an 'Entry' signboard...

Then, came a lad, all too impressive, or so to say that she was swayed, (still wondering), by the enchantment too tempting to let go off...

Just like a flower blossoms, so did they,

The gates were naturally left open,

and everything was shared, almost everything,

that she earlier feared,

she poured out her heart, every hidden territory was explored,

and so was the lad ever eager,

into the secrets untold...

The smell of her tresses drew this one wild,

The more she let herself loose,

the more they spent the time.

Lost completely,

or in her senses for the first time,

The touch is the first kind of sense,

the newborn from this mother of dine'

She didnt leave,

or forget,

to share a single moment

the various experiences in the day

she felt...

But the times never last,

a touch is long lost craved past.

Fixated is the maiden,

wonders what wrong she do,

Why did she open up this Pandora's box,

Just to see hell break loose?

Long time ago they used to question her,

when she read'em page by page, line by line,

Today at the threshold,

Tears' droplets trickle down,

they wet the same old,

As she rises to question again,

Was all this destined?

Was while she let it all,

there were things she hid under...

Or was she right in being called

not too open with

the emotions that even today

thunder.

The Real Bond?

Just in case any one by chance likes to reads in between the lines, (like I do!!!) don't the words sabbatical, Vesper Lynd & the article's name seems after all too bloody connected???

Yes, who isn't bitten by this Bug?!!!!
And apparently, happenings at my end happen rather all too connected... Or when the time is ripe, in complete accordance, in oneness, so to say.

Yes, that's why the name sabbatical suddenly came upon me as an awakening, there were plans to see the latest flick together, to enjoy some moments and see them blossom together, but since then there hasn't been a Quantum of Solace for us either !

The Sabbatical.

Mine came pretty early than the usual, by the very definition of the word and the way i define it, is the reason behind this wall that i every time leave behind, ( minus the constant deliberations by the near & dear ones, for various 'last-a-minute' reasons).

So, me and my illegal, hidden better half are on a sabbatical or time off ( you see the leggo - minded of mine has really made it sound like this) from today onwards( 'like its just the word we can use to describe this phase'), and since its been on a full swing since the stars came out and glittered on this fateful winter setting in, its as cold as you can think...

sabbatical (sə-băt'ĭ-kəl)

adj.
while i still don't get it, in an attempt to solve it, why are we running away from it (even if unconsciously) from the dilemma we are facing, just like cowards do... So while you try to gather yourself asking a break from me(read a psychoanalyst's reading'), by absolutely minussing yourself from everything and anything that's got to do with us, by going in to a shell, i wonder if it helps... Darling, what hypocrisy are we playing??

n.
A sabbatical week or ten days starting from today.