12 Angry Men

Watched the movie today. Classic black and white. Reminded me of The Runaway Jury by John Grisham. But far better.

 It’s a compelling drama and a must watch…

Chose to live…

From a friend….

I am not supposed to provide solutions, nor am I adept at giving reasons. There are numerous options available, but I won’t help you evaluate them. But I promise, I would be with you. Till the end.

Choice is yours. It isn’t easy, it has never been. Not for you, nor for anyone else. But still people have made choices. And the only commonality is that they chose to live.

Is it so difficult? It damn very much is.

Where are we heading to? Where would we end up? They say, journey matters. Destination is but an illusion. Life is sum total of what you did, of what you experienced, of whom you experienced with. Along the journey, I promise to be with you. I would share your thoughts, if you care to share them with me. You would have my shoulders, whenever you need to cry. I promise, I would be with you.

I would not ask questions. I won’t seek answers. I won’t judge you.

I promise, I would be with you.

Letting go…

Golu is still holding on to her. He knows he should let it go. But he is at his wits end. How should he let go? He is confused and feels helpless. Would he be able to come out of the sorry state of affairs he was in?

They say he would. With time…

He has been trying to drown himself in work for past couple of months. He has plans of starting his studies soon in a hope to re initiate his life. But it isn’t helping him much. He reminisces the days spent with Sarah. Sarah! He shouts her name aloud. A cold wave touches his feet, washing away the sand he stands on, and a shiver runs through his spine. He falls deeper into the abyss.

He knew it was inevitable and had been preparing himself to face this day for a long time now. But the force with which it hit him, has taken him by surprise. The pangs of pains cut through his soul and he feels bloodless.

He still clings to some hope, not sure of what might become of him and of Sarah. He thinks he believes in destiny. But deep inside, he knows, it’s an end, or may be a beginning. Golu is not sure. He is not sure of anything these days.

Destiny, yeah! He finishes his last beer and walks towards his car, preparing himself for yet another sleepless night.

Faith…

I feel the pain

I count the days and they seem so few

I count the hours and they seem to fly

My feelings are trapped and I stifle a cry

I hang to my faith

 

You have to leave and I have no say

We have no time

We’ll meet again

In the scheme of things

You say to me

Yet…

It’s hard

To keep my faith

 

I cherish the days

The moments we spent

The strength you gave

The joys we had

The bliss…

But it’s today

I feel so vulnerable

I fear my faith

 

So much still to do

Things we missed

Plays we couldn’t watch

Restaurants we didn’t explore

Travels we planned

And yet…

I feel so numb; I can’t feel your pain

I lose my faith