A tryst with time

 I hear the soft knock for the umpteenth time interrupting my chain of thoughts as I grapple to come to terms with bridging the gaps of present lapses and future projections. The persistent nature of the knock  compels me to open the door ,with a  reluctance that is almost palpable.Habit forces me to extend a warm welcoming smile to my beautiful guests .I acknowledge their strong presence, failing to extricate my tangled mesh of thoughts and memories from their pervasive invasion.

Past, suave in a perfectly cut tuxedo chaperoning Nostalgia draped in pure soft white cashmere the soft fabric complementing her shapely curves with the floral scarf perfectly accessorizing her simple elegance. The faint hint of musk and rose spread an unmistakable sense of languor as I realize the joy seeping through me as my banal efforts fail hopelessly to stop me  enjoying the  repartee with my cherished guests.  I see the treasure of memories flooding unrestrained from their tight confines draping me with warmth and enchantment .I watch in wonder the change descend upon my my dull clinical office as it swathes itself in beautiful hues.

As I vacillate between the strange quandaries and dilemmas hovering between happiness and guilt I feel the forceful entry of my eternally unwelcome partner and constant companion Present invade utopia   unannounced.  I shrug off the sharp sting of jealousy as I watch his long and easy strides as he crosses the room .I long to replicate the consummate ease with which he settles on the soft sofa opposite me. I fail to stop stammering as I dread facing the smirk bordering on disdain perched precariously between his cheeks and the aquiline nose trying to silence the scores of excuses hovering on my near paralyzed tongue. My silence is admittedly inadequate as he stares at me in askance finally  ripping me out my reveries with a precision difficult to match.  

With the strong ticking of the small clock on the glass table reminding me of the passage of time my thoughts are interrupted yet again by the  interrogative tone booming from Present questioning my prized guests about the very nature of their visit. Clearly voicing his unhappiness about their intrusion while accusing them of stalling the eventful flow of work in strong words ,I watch horrified as the two gentlemen enter an ugly spat of words. With Nostalgia beating a hasty retreat eagerly accompanied by Eloquence Articulation Patience, its a desperate situation as Past fights a lonely battle to fend off the aggressive deliberations of the accuser. The rising crescendo slowly making it more evident about the entry of Anger Dissent Hurt Disbelief and Hate I hear the feeble excuses given by  Past  as to its incapability  to change anything  with Present noting this with  smug delight. It`s not long that I fall prey to the evil machinations of Present as I forcibly shake myself back to routine.

As I complete an assignment heaving a sigh of relief which is compounded as I see the sudden arrival of Reason  as she casts furtive glances  to the tense situation between the sparring rivals. As she peeps out of the tiny nook round the corner, cloaked in grey, she leaves a strong yet unmistakable fragrance of positivity in the room. With skillful ease she calms the agitated offenders and  soothes their ruffled egos while working steadily on  smoothening their deeply creased brows and furrowed foreheads. I watch mesmerized as she effortless glides across to each, patiently explaining, coaxing .cajoling  one at a time finally making the sparring generals  agree for a truce.

I welcome the tiny smile flit across the face of Past as it looks across  his foe while the unstopping hands of the clock, witness ensuing the lighthearted chatter slowly graduate into an acceptance if not a casual friendship between the dissenting twosome.

 I distinctly feel the easing of the Herculean Grip of Present on my thoughts  relax into a casual touch. as my feats thank him ,I catch a glimpse of the twinge of regret ,or was it  pride on the face of Past as I briskly walk past  to face the unknown uncertainties of the Future.