Kaleidoscope

There were times when I used to wonder lying in bed whether it would be better to die now or spend the remains of my time dreaming about living another day and evade this sinking feeling of coldness as my grip on dear life kept loosening.

Those were the days – dark, scary and yet so unbelievably real. I survived that haunting ordeal where I often used to feel myself as if a large lump of weight was chained to one of my feet and I was quickly sinking deeper down into the deep dark ocean of oblivion from where perhaps, I was unable to find myself.

At times I used to identify myself as nothing more than a prisoner of fate – blindfolded, gagged and shackled from my freedom except to just breathe. As destiny continued transporting & trading me for my skills from unknown places to unusual places still; my exhausted eyes still searched for those familiar faces in the unfamiliar crowd of faces that I kept stumbling upon every moment that I lived during those times.

The internal perspective of Life is nothing less than a kaleidoscope – full of broken pieces, bleeding emotions, shattered dreams, hopeless hopes and memories wrapped in pain.

DARE

Loneliness is a strange experience
It is something that begins as a mystery
Until it becomes a haunting misery
Once it start living inside you

Life brews dreams at one end
While it baits them with sacrifices on the other
Sacrifices have never been an easy pick
But fate at times leaves you with no choice either

I dared to hope again
Even when every ounce of desire
Evaporated from my heart

I dared to walk again
Even when my feet kept bleeding over
Shredded glass and thorns obstructing my path

I dared to smile again
Even when I failed to find
A warm feeling to cheer me up

I may have quit dreaming
About my own future
To serve a better purpose

I would rather wish to serve the people
Who lead incomplete lives
And fill their empty spaces
By living their dreams with everything
I can give away


“I dared to dream again”

Random Thoughts – Disturbed

The world is made up of real people, real emotions, real moments, real pain, real happiness, real wounds, real situations, real victories, real losses…

It is hard to change habits that we often get accustomed to. We tend to become dependent towards the things and people who are actually very far away. The heart refuses to accept these truths while the eyes refuse to stop waiting and the soul never stop searching for those footprints tracing memories towards one’s past where such moments have been engraved evergreen…

“ Not all fingers are the same in length. But when they are bent they all stand equal. Life becomes easy when we bend and adjust to situations.”

“ The ultimate truth of life is that – success always kisses you in private, but failure always kicks you in public.”

“ Stone breaks the head, but water breaks the stone. Anger suppresses your enemy, but forgiveness destroys the enmity.”

We never get back what we lose from our grasps. Success is all about accomplishments. Yet, what is success without the people to rejoice it with…

EXISTENCE

Within a realm of shimmering opulence
Remains now the remnants of reminiscences
Blurred and somewhat faded
But still vividly bright
And very alive

The emptiness stretching
Across the deserted hallway
Of the inner self
Is gradually tranquilizing
The distraught mind

Difficult it gets to express
During such a time
Distressing it is
To be all alone

Helpless
As much as the word itself
Means nothing at all

Moments freeze
At every breath
As every breath
Gradually freezes
While life stutters
Upon the touch of death

Death is just the beginning
Of one’s ultimate end

In the end
Nothing actually remains
Other than the memories
That we leave behind

Gradually with the passage of time
We are either remembered or forgotten
Until no one remembers
What the last thing was
That had ever happened

Pure ENIGMA