I have talked a lot about life in this blog, almost every topic is Me reverbrating the same points. I have tried to break this, I have tried to stray away from this but somehow I cannot. People tell me that I have a dark writing style. I appreciate the critisicm, but whatever it maybe.. I guess these pages hold the story of my life. I am a private person, scared of showing off my tiny drops of happiness now and then. I dont want these few moments to get jinxed. There is a reason why grief has a hold on these pages. In times of grief I have always and only found solace in these pages.
Every now and then something turns around for me.. back to where it all began from. Every now and then, i tend to re-believe in the "Perfect circle" called life. If you ask me the starting point, on a lowly day I wnt be having an answer. i feel lost most of the times. Lost on a personal level. And now I have lost interest in the past.
Sometimes I wonder, how did everything culminate to this point. How did all the directions jumble up?

Was it simply a series of chances? I guess I would never know. At the end of the day, i live with no regrets, no lies and no betrayals thrust upon my conscience . Even if I hold no attachments, even if no one knows me at all. Somehow I hold a belief that in a very crazy way, i will find that journey i keep looking for. Maybe i am treading it right now, or may be it is there at the next divergence. Whatever it turns out to be, I hold beliefs, no sadness, no regrets and no cruelty in my heart.
I bear no ills. I am aloof to all, locked up in my own existence, brooding upon my own questions, and trying to find answers.
then let me linger in the darkness, which everyone supposes has descended upon me. I call it soliloqy, which comforts me, like it always has. And it is always walking with me, waiting for the light.