Monday, September 06, 2010
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Waiting to END
Fate has finally lured me towards the den of darkness. My senses are gradually weakening in the claws of coldness of the catastrophe that has left my wounds gaping wide open.
I have sinking since a month. I am trying to smile right now so that I do not regret anything afterwards. I have now released my firm fists spread open…my arms outstretched, holding nothing anymore.
I am feeling like a prisoner of war right now, shackled in rusty chains of confinement and intoxicated by swirling vivid reminiscences rushing at me that I have lived with during all these years.
I feel as if my last moments are just nearby playing hide-and-seek with me, waiting to surprise me at any moment. I feel like my hands are cuffed behind me and my knees are bleeding. My throat is dry with thirst and my lungs heavily exhausted to be able to breathe any further…
I am now certain that I am here to go. There is nothing much left. I do not know whether I have served the purpose of my life or wasted it all. Leaving the world can be a very home sickening feeling to think of leaving all the people that I have been attached to and not being able to see, hear or feel them ever again. However, the ironic truth is that, as time rolls by, people gradually forget to remember and move on with their lives.
Nothing is going to stop here. The same old tape of reality has kept replaying over the ages since the start of civilization – it is just that the way these tapes have been played have been upgraded down the line of time.
The beauty of life lies in within it. Life is a mixed bag of ups & downs, tears & sorrow, and many more where each element teaches a lesson whether we take it or leave it. I hope I tried to do my part to the best of my abilities. It is time, we all should move on without stopping here and being sad…
Life is very beautiful…
I have sinking since a month. I am trying to smile right now so that I do not regret anything afterwards. I have now released my firm fists spread open…my arms outstretched, holding nothing anymore.
I am feeling like a prisoner of war right now, shackled in rusty chains of confinement and intoxicated by swirling vivid reminiscences rushing at me that I have lived with during all these years.
I feel as if my last moments are just nearby playing hide-and-seek with me, waiting to surprise me at any moment. I feel like my hands are cuffed behind me and my knees are bleeding. My throat is dry with thirst and my lungs heavily exhausted to be able to breathe any further…
I am now certain that I am here to go. There is nothing much left. I do not know whether I have served the purpose of my life or wasted it all. Leaving the world can be a very home sickening feeling to think of leaving all the people that I have been attached to and not being able to see, hear or feel them ever again. However, the ironic truth is that, as time rolls by, people gradually forget to remember and move on with their lives.
Nothing is going to stop here. The same old tape of reality has kept replaying over the ages since the start of civilization – it is just that the way these tapes have been played have been upgraded down the line of time.
The beauty of life lies in within it. Life is a mixed bag of ups & downs, tears & sorrow, and many more where each element teaches a lesson whether we take it or leave it. I hope I tried to do my part to the best of my abilities. It is time, we all should move on without stopping here and being sad…
Life is very beautiful…
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