Wordless

I know I have this immense capacity to write beautifully but this knowing cripples me into wordless state just like a picture can depict a thousand words.

This is so because I need to find the right chemistry of words.  I need to relate an experience using the optimal choice of words to kick off each blog.  I am not a perfectionist in any sense but now I feel I am a perfectionist in words.

My heart was skipping when I saw flashing lights whirling incessantly on my rear view mirror.  Just because he was in uniform.  I was not fearful of him but I was fearful of his uniform of authority. 

I sobbed and pleaded with all my might for mercy but the tears were just not enough to dissolve the ink on his well documented book of duty.  I am now an offender of record.  

Misery crept in and lingered in and out the whole day while I juggled rather well between work situation and people. My realization seeped in slowly to face the offence and the offender.  It was a painful experience and a consequence of a non-awareness state of being. 

The irony was, I was pondering a lot about "what is" during my morning journey and I finally got the message crisply but not in this unglamarous way.  But it is not all about what I want it to be.  What I want it to be is not in tune with what is.  What I want is a disparity between delusion and the true reality.

I let the dwelling subside and let my folly erupt into laughter within me.