Tangled in Thoughts

Drifting aimlessly like a loose kite Resolves once made floating about Like clouds scattered around. Journals, planners and diaries lie around Giving an illusion that you got things together. Comfortable lies you tell yourself and the world. Give it time, things unravel at their own pace Life begins when you let go. Oh, but never admit you're lazy. Never admit you are not doing enough. Even when you're convinced of it. Keep your cool and believe in them- Comfortable lies you tell yourself and the world.

I'm a sucker for nostalgia. I cling on to the good stuff like my life depends on it (to be honest, I believe, it does). I'm a peculiar case in that the thing I get nostalgic about need not even be in the past. A mere thought of an impending end is all that is required for nostalgia to get triggered. Now that my family has moved to Alleppey (neighbouring district of Ernakulam), my final year blues have hit an all time low. It's as if things are slowly attaining a finality. Friends, family and everyone else will go their ways. If there's one song that perfectly describes how I feel now, it's "Rivers and Roads" by the Head and the Heart. "A year from now, we'll all be gone All our friends will move away.  And they're going to better places. But our friends will be gone away.  Nothing is as it has been And I'll miss your face like hell And I guess it's just as well But I'll miss your face like hell.  Been talki