Just Too Late

Its so queer, how often we remember, and act on things, " just too late ".................what's even more queer is the fact that we dont do a lot of things just because we didnt have a " mood " to do them. Why is it that we realise the importance of people only after they have bid us " good-bye " forever?? All my life i pursued my own fancies, and predilections................neglecting my own instincts, and aimed at things foreign to my nature.............never realising that, sometimes the rambling chat of a loved one is better than all the sense and sanity that the world could offer. And now when everything's acted and the curtains are down.................i am thinking of all the confabs or the good arguments that i could have started, but its " just too late " i guess.



The worst of it was that i couldnt realise when those distances ........... which at first seemed easy to cover....................stretched themselves into miles and miles...............finally becoming unreachable................and now everything seems so cold to touch, even my dreams have become a continuum of things..............which lie diffused and intermingled in that vast space which probably has no name. Change is constant; like the damp breeze of yesterday, which came and gave a momentary pleasure, has now changed paths and left me as dry as before. But human beings have an uncanny ability of forgetting things and people, " just too soon ".


.............................but the SELF, and at times our dreams, become a painful reminder of that extensive and touching association of feelings and thoughts............reminding us of what we were, are, and could have been..........had we made certain choices or taken some decisions, regarding people and things...........who were there yesterday, but are gone today............coz we were " just too late ", once again. Blessed are those who are endowed with an impeccable sense of timing.............but there are life forms like me, who remain preoccupied with things as they appear, running after their private fancies............never realising that contentment lies in the 'glow' of sublime moments that life offers, than in the 'glory' of our fancies.


Its actually difficult to discern, what it is that attracts or repels us in our dealings with people.......................but often, the silence of the parting moment produces a deafening noise and echoes faintly in our ears.............." dear, you are, just too late.........", and leaves us as emotional dwarfs for the rest of our lives...........


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