What if the illusion I have about life finally runs out of light? Am I ready to face myself in that situation? I guess not. I am too tired with myself. Principles, fightbacks, memories, nothing has been worth this phase. I do not want to change! All the reasons and beliefs have fallen apart. I don't expect anyone to understand me, even though I'd want someone to. Why is it that words just refuse to come out?
So many people have so much to fight for, to live. My sole reason is non-existent now.
There are too many judges in this world, too many sentries. I miss the gardeners, can't see them anywhere near my flowers. They need to be tended. I feel powerless, if only someone would lend me a little understanding!
I am happy, no doubt to have seen this beautiful world. My parents are my inspirations, my hope for peace.
There is a mild sound of silence. Is this how I was supposed to feel it? It is not pleasing, not comforting either. But it provides me with an inner eye. I don't have to self-justify, thankfully. May be this is where the principles help- where things in our control are concerned.
I don't know if I will ever marry, start a new family so that these bricks can serve as foundations. The living world I see around me doesn't enthrall me, rather it pains to be a part of it. People like me are a necessity if this race is to exist. But these words of wisdom were born to die inside the creator only. The shadows, I see! May be this is what a mother goes through when her child stops inhaling inside her womb. All that is for me to do is spread what I think is right.
I have a strange lifeline. I don't know how it used to be in my childhood. I had this habit of biting my skin as a child. So when I look at it now, I find it divided into two halves just above the base of the thumb. I wonder if it is His way of letting me find myself. 'Guess I'm lucky. :)
But it is a deep line nevertheless. Well, it suits the predictions then. My life will be controlled by the one and only Me. The funny part is this that I don't care about the directions which lie ahead. All I know is that I was born to do something different, different from what the masses do and I have a strong g.u.t. feeling that it is not about academics. Probably it is me, who is destined to search for the roots.
Family, birth, forefathers, questions, answers.
So many people have so much to fight for, to live. My sole reason is non-existent now.
There are too many judges in this world, too many sentries. I miss the gardeners, can't see them anywhere near my flowers. They need to be tended. I feel powerless, if only someone would lend me a little understanding!
I am happy, no doubt to have seen this beautiful world. My parents are my inspirations, my hope for peace.
There is a mild sound of silence. Is this how I was supposed to feel it? It is not pleasing, not comforting either. But it provides me with an inner eye. I don't have to self-justify, thankfully. May be this is where the principles help- where things in our control are concerned.
I don't know if I will ever marry, start a new family so that these bricks can serve as foundations. The living world I see around me doesn't enthrall me, rather it pains to be a part of it. People like me are a necessity if this race is to exist. But these words of wisdom were born to die inside the creator only. The shadows, I see! May be this is what a mother goes through when her child stops inhaling inside her womb. All that is for me to do is spread what I think is right.
I have a strange lifeline. I don't know how it used to be in my childhood. I had this habit of biting my skin as a child. So when I look at it now, I find it divided into two halves just above the base of the thumb. I wonder if it is His way of letting me find myself. 'Guess I'm lucky. :)
But it is a deep line nevertheless. Well, it suits the predictions then. My life will be controlled by the one and only Me. The funny part is this that I don't care about the directions which lie ahead. All I know is that I was born to do something different, different from what the masses do and I have a strong g.u.t. feeling that it is not about academics. Probably it is me, who is destined to search for the roots.
Family, birth, forefathers, questions, answers.
