I flowed, turned molten and then froze. I started calling myself structured but how could second law of thermodynamics ever prove wrong. I flowed again, faced, barriers, saw the weeds flowing into me with me. I resisted. I stopped. I turned molten and froze again.

I want enough empty space between you and me. What about dating in a vaccum. Even molecules would be absent and silence would speak for us.

It takes off finally!

It's still not sinking in!

The baby is screaming. I do everything yet I am not able to figure out why is it so. What does it need? I gave everything what it wanted. I don't know. Screams...thts what I hear. More of it everyday. All my efforts end in vain. People say that if she disturbs too much, I should leave her but then I am no one without her.They killed their babies long back perhaps. My baby will remain with me. I will find out the way to calm her, to satisfy her. She will be contended some way but we are never going to part.

Script

When I started writing, I did not have the slightest inkling where it is taking me.Now, completing so many chapters, just wonder if I can delete some. I Never wanted, they seemed like a baby. A new chapter always excited me, but the older ones the sordid one keeps clinging. Joy, trust, fear, surprise, anticipation .......everything. I thought it made so much sense, the good ones the bad ones defined my ideologies. Made me what I am. The author of the Script, 'ME'/'I'.

A wave came, caught me unaware, the script has vanished.

'I' remained to write again

A new begining only to come to an end again.

Conscience

My conscience just told me taht one thing to which you should always be honest is me. I am your constant companion. Never forget me. If you do, I will never forgive you.