1:12 a.m.

Feeling no urge to sleep. Can feel my heart wants to enjoy the silence of the night. And why not? The soft and soothing wind is playing outside fluttering the curtains of my room every now and then.  The mind is playing with the thoughts and scenes of the book I’ve just finished reading. It’s  Coelho’s Eleven Minutes. A nice story that kept my emotions flowing all along. Alas! couldn’t find a single cigarette in my bag. It would have been great to take a few puffs.

Anyways in Eleven Minutes I found a line that goes like this…

‘a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing…’

The words have everything in them. The joy of love, the melancholy of separation and the very cliché of human nature…. confusion and contradiction.

Why is it that in spite  of experiencing the tremendous sense of peace and possession in one moment, we refrain from it at the other. Is it because we want to experience another side of LOVE… the joy in paper_love suffering. The pleasure we derive from utmost pain. Or is it the way we tend to understand the importance of our companion. Or is it because LOVE is destined to fall asleep on the bed of union. It always wants excitement of the new, the joy of discovery. Or is it because LOVE, with time, gives birth to the inevitable – distance. I don’t know which one is true… maybe some, may be all, may be none. But it’s true that we do refrain.

But one thing’s for sure… those moments of togetherness, the ecstasies and the peace, the sense of giving and possessing, the rush of blood through your body never gets lost. Hope the very authority present in those lines — the TIME  will give me the answer or is it…

…blowing in the wind?

 

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5 thoughts on “1:12 a.m.

  1. Good that you took off time for self-realization. What u’ve felt and stated is the ultimate truth that we often refute to agree alike that way we fail to believe that cigarettes leads to cancer 😛

    But on a serious note, Love and its associated sufferings has led you to this pristine realization. So there’s enough reason to feel blessed 🙂

    In conclusion your post is commendable both in content and in language

  2. Do you mind, if I write a poem, on that excerpt. As for the book, I read it, in haste, while I was in college. found it good enough 🙂 and the time:- 1:12 a.m. is a pristine time…IT time for me to hit the bed, its time for a unknown neighbor to return home, making his arrival known to the complex keeper, with his x plod player and his insistent car honking, it is the time for the stray dogs to sing in unison or get into a brief strife…OMG !1:12 A.M. is quite a happening time at my place!

  3. dear Aritra,
    words get explained differently to different people. for me that line, at that moment meant exactly what I wrote in my later post. For the girl in the book above mentioned, it had a different meaning…and for you…you know what it meant better than me! it is the same old thing-it is the strictest of all phrases-self analysis, thinking deep, deeper and on and on. Perhaps its more than that. The trick is not to frame an expectation in your mind. for me the trick is to get inspired to write, to think, to play, with every day words and then post- quite similar to keeping a virtual diary in free verse. So each time, I start my virtual day, I visit posts, look through the lines, read them, as per my little understanding. And then just scribble like that-just to keep myself alive through words that tumble and scatter on crumpled piece of paper.

    regards,
    wanderer

    hoping that you keep on inspiring my otherwise worthless grey matter. 🙂

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