The embodied trappings within.

Sure sounds like a horrid and terrible title. It's a hot afternoon, not too late, 25 minutes after 12.
My belly is full, my mind is abuzz with the thousand things I have to finish today and yet, here I am. 

It's difficult to keep everything bottled up within the confinements of my heart. There are memories that I don't wish to forget...yet as days and months pass and now a year too, I am only able to remember slivers of them. I feel like if I close my eyes I shall transport back to that moment and relive it again. Only, alas, this doesn't happen. My memory with closed eyes and open is still the same. I don't necessarily remember the minutest details that I thought I had buried deep down in the recesses of my mind and heart. The smiles are brilliant, the words quiver away in the light and the faces shine blurrily. If only we had the power to relive the good times again and again.

 I can hear the sea waves gushing in my ears as I sleep remembering you all. The yellow of Amaltas makes me long for the long walks I took in the sweltering heat. The streets welcomed me into their different nooks and shaded spots as a home welcomes its members. 

Time is running, indeed very quickly. Each day as it comes, brings a sense of the unending tasks to get through as indoors is the new haven. The day ends leaving very little as I try to get some poetic justice for my mood swings and pangs of guilt, anger, anguish, misery and a general sense of melancholia. Here's wishing and hoping to go beyond these menial feelings of self derogation and deprivation.