The Sandclock

I somehow have this vision that keeps recurring in my mind….i even tried to sketch it but couldn’t bring it down on paper that well….…I am inside this sandclock.I kinda like to envisage this as something that keeps a measure of my time….and something that’s been going ever since I was born….its an event that I cannot control…inevitable…….and I am there right in the middle of the glass…with eyes that so resemble what surrounds me …I am engrossed in my endeavor to stop the sand from flowing…trying hard to push it back. Needless to say I am quite aware that it is a futile attempt…is it my weakness then, that I want to stop this? I guess that’s where the vulnerable me surfaces…everytime I used to sit on the beach I would wonder…what if that wave hadn’t kissed the sands and wetted my feet…what if it just receded back and never came rushing towards me, as it did just moments before….what if things were not what they are now…..if only my choices had been different…if only i had learnt from the past.....looking back is a terrifying experience …most often it has these unwanted by products with it….one is definitely regret…. And isn’t there something like a desired outcome? Well yeah…if only one could learn from one’s mistakes …..easier said than done huh?….and what astonishes me the most is what I see when I look back…perhaps if I had a number tag on me for the purpose of identification,that would be the only thing to remain invariant….
oh my sweet n wretched memory...thou art my friend and my foe… thou shall not do this to me…..or mebbe I must say: I shall not let you do this to me…. let bygones be bygones
Moral of the story????
AN IDLE MIND IS A DEVIL’S WORKSHOP