A Glimpse Of Eternity

Wonderment gets the better of me,
As I question myself-
What luck, what worth, what reward you were;
A divinity, an unearthly beauty.

An elusive rose, a scarlet carson
Blooming in my soul's garden
How could you, so perfect be
And yet reside in a humble me?

What do I consider myself if not lucky?
My luck was what shone so bright
When I knew you
When I felt you.

You defied my disbelief in luck so easily
You gave me a glimpse of eternity.

The Duchess

With a ray of moonlight in the moors
Reflected in a dark, deep pair of eyes;
She kneeled on bedewed foliage
Fingers crossed, throat sore with cries.

A vestige of a flame in her heart
Ignited by the power of Belief
Manifested itself thorugh
Illusioned transparency.

Making a tryst with destiny
She wished for wishes
As the evanescent moonlight
Abandoned the duchess.

The dawn of memories broke
On the reflections of her tears;
Reigniting the flame
Revising moments merrier.

Ceasing that moment she began living in the past
Missing the present, holding future's shaft.

Welcoming the New Heir

During the funeral of the mighty and now deceased year of 2008, all that is on the minds of millions of souls is the prospect of the New Year that would promptly jump onto the seat high up on the pedestals of expectations, grow older and wiser, maybe witness finer and even gruesome moments and then finally, just as every year does, fall down real hard right on the face and be bid a farewell even before it could utter anything remotely resembling to "Another Chance".

Yes. These 365 days would pass just as soon as you'd have finished reading the lifespan of the year.

Remembering the Theory of Relativity, 24hrs would pass as if it had decades in it while a year flashes by at the speed of lightening.

So...Is the whole procedure of burying a deceased year and pulling out its infant heir a bit too over-hyped?

If it is; Well, it has been so ever since the past, say, two decades (That's' approximately the time I'd begun seeing things through the eyes of apparently inherent beliefs and myths and facts).

And if it isn't; behold! Yet another rival of the cynics! Hail, Ye’ mighty eternal optimists!

As you’d already have figured out (it doesn’t exactly take a genius to do that), I’m one of the cynics, and quite proudly so.

“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A CYNIC stays up to make sure the old one leaves.”

All right. I might not be staying up all night merely to make sure an old, tattered 'old man' actually burns up completely. C'mon, is there nothing worthwhile to do? And whenever did I claim that I was the epitome of cynicism? And those quoted lines have been evidently manipulated with surely SOME hidden intention that shouldn't be disclosed.

Okay. 'Cynicism and Optimism's apart, lets get back to our discussion of the funeral-cum-birthday party of the years 2008 and 2009.

For 2008, I have just two words with every bit of intention to mean it-

'Au Revoir'.

For 2009, I have eight words forming a genuine and innocent request-

'Please leave me a piece of your cake'.

Wishing you a prosperous (I know it sounds ridiculous during such times of economic show-down and recessions, but Pardon me. I cannot change an age-old traditional idiom for the sake of a bunch of pessimists and cynics!) New Year.