WANDERINGS OF A NOMAD

He would keep quiet and so would she....and then he would keep rehearsing the sentences in his mind time and again, framing them, correcting them, making them more and more casual. Unknown to him she would indulge in the same exercise...and yet none of them would gather the courage to speak out. They would rather live in claustrophobia, in denial, than take a chance. What was their fear, was it rational, nobody knew...and nobody would ever.  But why, why bank on words unspoken...to express yourself, why hope for words unspoken to create new beginnings? Why wait for the moment to pass away to tell someone, anyone what you really want to say. Why ?? Behind words unspoken she hides her tears, Behind words unspoken I cover my fears, A wall in between, as time stands silent and frozen, While we try to understand the words unspoken. Behind words unspoken I stifle my cry, Behind words unspoken she bids goodbye. Moving apart

Sometimes I feel like a question mark, Often curved but always not, Wondering what do I really want? Chasing answers, moving from dark, Sometimes I feel like a question mark.

He was sputtering and stuttering, he knew he could not carry on like this. He had to get out, he had to quit. But quitting was a sign of giving up, of losing and he was no loser. “I am a champion and always will be”, he affirmed to himself. Even when nobody was listening he would keep repeating this to himself, trying to convince the cynic inside of him. His rational side questioned, champion at what cost? Well this is how it’s always been in life you keep moving on, tirelessly, moving ahead in face of obstacles, challenges, turmoil and pain, but you just don’t stop, you keep moving ahead. And he remembered how he had always been told as a child that life is a race and one has to win at this race or die trying. Suddenly the latter possibility seemed more real. He had been an achiever, in pursuit of excellence and success and that was a noble pursuit and an honest truth. But suddenly the truth seemed hazy, vapourizing in the heat of life. And what would become of him if he