WHERE ARE THE TEARS GONE?

Past few days I have been stabbed by nostaligia. I don't know if it is a good sign or not a good sign. Most of it makes smile a very distant smile. Sometimes it makes my throat go dry and threatens me with some tears. But the tears never come.

Past few months I have been trying very hard to cry. But the tears don't come the way they used to sometime back. I saw the harshest tear jerkers and did not even feel the lump in my throat.

I feel like Chandler from the FRIENDS episode in which he could not cry.

Well there is nothing wrong in not being able to cry. But sometimes I wonder if I have become stone, cold, unfeeling or am I a living dead. I have yelled at myself for not being able to cry when the lovers seperate in a film. But don't feel their pain.

It has now become a challenge for me. Lets see what will make ME cry! In my head I keep saying your hero just died! Cry! cry! cry! Nopes. But she just settles with an unhappy expression. Not enough to make her cry.

THREE LINES

Crouched in the corner seat,
She looks out of the window.
A crumpled shawl is all she owns,
to guard her from the December snow.

She looks somewhere, she know not where,
But in her mind she lives elsewhere.
The train whistle blows for it knows where to go.

Stiffing from the chilly wind,
for once her forehead crinkles.
And living in those three lines is a story of a lifetime.

The first line etched deeply in her forehead,
has tales of a little girl.
Who lived a life without any care,
and frowned only to get her share.

The next line deeper than first,
it has all the newer things she learnt.
Made to bear a lot of pain,
and then told that she was supposed to be that way.

Now she frowned all the time,
fighting for what she thought was right.
She was a fairy no more,
to be one she had to do what others asked for.

The last line is growing deep,
she thinks of all that was and has been.
Sees many fighting her way,
to do things they wanted to always.

Now she frowns to think hard,
to remember where she kept her train pass.
And then she frowns, no it’s a smile,
at a little girl yet to form forehead lines.

IT WAS PINK!

Guess what? Today I saw a pink tree. Personally I'm not very found of the colour pink. But a pink tree is surely something to exclaim about! I am not losing it. There was a tree, absolutely pink.

Well probably its a sign. First a red tree now a pink tree. Its certainly not the end of the world. Its not like I am the only one seeing it. I showed it to others also. But I'm not sure if they saw it the way I did.

I wish I had an automated camera fitted on me and I could just take pictures of these unusual things. You will not believe me otherwise.

But who cares if you believe me or don't. It won't stop me from seeing trees in every possible colour. Either ways I have nothing to lose. Just a lot of colourful trees to see.