Explosions Within

Explosions Within

A little success after a long time, receiving good wishes from your known ones and undergoing the trauma of a dead relationship... all three at one point of time when you have profession which keeps you around the crowd, brings strangest feeling. You left with no option but to go away somewhere in the forest which is unknown to you. Sitting on the top of a hill, looking up straight to sky filled with stars and trying to find out anyone in that deep cosmos who can be like you, going through the things you are going through. The one to whom you need not to explain what is going within you but just start a conversation... Universe will certainly have my kind of creature somewhere in some other galaxy in my kind of conditions... I am just not alone in this universe.

But almighty have wonderful capacity of creations... none of the two things are identically conditioned in this Cosmos. Oh Lord! If this is only me who is happy this way... if this is only me who is feeling the way I am feeling than perhaps I don't need this...

The best thing of life is learning it while living it... you don't have separate time to study, read instruction, read questions and answer it in the sheet neatly provided to you with known value of finishing time. You have plan, execute, fail, learn and rejoice at one timeline with very uncertain dead mark. When I began mine... I dreamt a lot based on my dreams, I committed to everyone I was in love with... confidence of stand by all my commitments I began my flight but than clouds, storms & fog engulfed me. It is a time when everything is against my wish... everything is set to laugh at me. I am still holding it hard in the quest of keeping those promises alive. A lot has been lost, a lot has been chopped off... wings are wounded, capacity is exhausted, nothing but those promises are in mind. One more... a little ahead but every new step brings plenty new. No destiny in sight...

When no destiny appears in sight...

Everything that was dark turns bright!

Pain leaves your nerve to bother...

you feel everything's coming closer!

When you feel not anything to try...

that's when you begin to die!

Death audience when everything else you refuse...

When nothing of your possession remains of use!!!

JeVee!

Comments

Nidhi said…

Sir, this one is really what is real in thoughts...

February 26, 2012 at 12:26 AM

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