I fall and I pick myself up. I lose hope yet I dream. I am lost and I find myself again, I cry and I laugh through my tears. I despair yet I believe !!!
11/13/11
the beauty of loneliness
Time has a fly-by quality. We wonder, we wait and there are moments we live and there are moments which we have lost. Sitting and thinking, pondering, breathing. Waking up in the morning, and across the window pane you can see the daylights turn to yellow lights twinkling on a dark sheet.
Roads are moving, everyone around going about the rigmaroles, the daily chores. And here we are, sitting alone, looking and waiting for tomorrow to come. There are people who live for the future. There are people who live in the past. And there are some people who live just in a moment.
11/11/11
Patiently I wait for my time to come. And oh what a time it shall be. A time to laugh and smile, a time to drown my sorrows in laughter, till I can no longer cry.
I wait for the turns and tumble to come, because no matter how much you deny;
Change is inevitable, the wiser me agrees now. But the heart aches and the heart burns have taught me a rough lesson; Change cannot 'visibly' destroy me now.
From whats left of my ashes, every time I try to build a castle. But look at this tragic story, every time I stumble at the foundation. On days I wonder, when I will leave this cynical castle of mine, and breathe free. On days I wonder whats to become of me. I have walked alone for a long time now, hitting hard, falling and stumbling. For long I wonder sitting across that lonely spot. Now and then I touch some flecks of sunshine, now and then a mirage or so keeps me happy. But soon the shadows remind me, of the chaos in me.
For then it was when anger filled me, and now even that has left me. For now it is that I try to make something, for now it is that I try to find the meaningful insights.
But I know that my time will come, and oh what a time it shall be!!
I wait for the turns and tumble to come, because no matter how much you deny;
Change is inevitable, the wiser me agrees now. But the heart aches and the heart burns have taught me a rough lesson; Change cannot 'visibly' destroy me now.
From whats left of my ashes, every time I try to build a castle. But look at this tragic story, every time I stumble at the foundation. On days I wonder, when I will leave this cynical castle of mine, and breathe free. On days I wonder whats to become of me. I have walked alone for a long time now, hitting hard, falling and stumbling. For long I wonder sitting across that lonely spot. Now and then I touch some flecks of sunshine, now and then a mirage or so keeps me happy. But soon the shadows remind me, of the chaos in me.
For then it was when anger filled me, and now even that has left me. For now it is that I try to make something, for now it is that I try to find the meaningful insights.
But I know that my time will come, and oh what a time it shall be!!
11/7/11
There is a thing about the 'moments' gone by. When they happen, they might wrench your heart, or pain you or potentially alter your life plans.
But some years down the line, when they become 'memories,' they will make you smile, forget the bad and concentrate on the wonderful times of friendship and companionship which you 'then' lived and now miss!
(:
But some years down the line, when they become 'memories,' they will make you smile, forget the bad and concentrate on the wonderful times of friendship and companionship which you 'then' lived and now miss!
(:
11/6/11
An experience in itself, the trip from Bandra, back home. Wonderfully vivid colors, and people rushing by; everyone is their own state of hurry. And after one crazy year in this hetic city, it seems part of life now. The rush, the hurry, the impatience and the wants!
The chaos reaches a cresendo on days, people pushing, you yourself, running through the traffic, vehicles blazing by. And yes its worth it. Because every single thing/moment prompts you, that every second life is moving on. One has no option other than to keep pushing yourself to whatever seems worth to you. If at all you want to survive this adrenaline rush called life, try to make an experience out of every day and night, every good and bad which you faced untill now. Somewhere, the Crazy man (no offense) up there had already made up his mind about these quick test moments for each of us.
Its been a cautious year, giving up one by one each bad dependence of mine. Its the city which I believe seems to have taught me a way or two about life. Rushing, thats the story which I seem to be living myself. To much to capture in my hand. Good or bad, I think its worth the hard work.
The chaos reaches a cresendo on days, people pushing, you yourself, running through the traffic, vehicles blazing by. And yes its worth it. Because every single thing/moment prompts you, that every second life is moving on. One has no option other than to keep pushing yourself to whatever seems worth to you. If at all you want to survive this adrenaline rush called life, try to make an experience out of every day and night, every good and bad which you faced untill now. Somewhere, the Crazy man (no offense) up there had already made up his mind about these quick test moments for each of us.
Its been a cautious year, giving up one by one each bad dependence of mine. Its the city which I believe seems to have taught me a way or two about life. Rushing, thats the story which I seem to be living myself. To much to capture in my hand. Good or bad, I think its worth the hard work.
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