Sunday, September 7, 2014

Maze

Sometimes the journey of life feels like I am caught up in a maze trying to find the only route to reach my destination. With a multitude of people trying to outbeat me, leaving no trails behind, I often feel like a loner. At times I stop and look back to see what I have left behind.. But things seem discerning and obscure..As if trying to mock my situation and warn me of the dangers ahead... But at times they look at me with a glistening charm as if trying to me tell me that it is a journey worth taking for..  Strange how we all set forth to open the same door of happiness but chose different routes that ends up defining and at times also dictating our lives.. Lost and confused as we may seem.. We know there is no escaping this maze.. What awaits us we know not.. We end up finding strangers in one section of this entangled path who befriend us and then we no longer find ourselves alone.. Some accomplish the journey with them by entering doors that can accommodate two people to move on to the next section of this maze.. While some lose them when there two alternative doors that can accommodate only one.. How we end up reaching there, we know not! Perhaps the creator of this game can tell us better....

All I know now is that there are alternative routes to reach the same door of happiness.. While same make this journey worthwhile with the company of a matching wavelength.. Some make compromises and move ahead... But I am left questionig.. Will the door to happiness take me to another maze? I know not.. For I am yet to reach my destination!!


P.S: yet another attempt to write a happy post.. Yet another failure!

Friday, May 23, 2014

For she knew...


Off-late life sure has been a roller coaster ride, the discerning fact being that the ride has only befriended gravity and is yet to go against it...

Felt like lightening my heart a little...

With her feet buried deep within the wet sand,
She held her head soaring high up in the sky..
Clinging onto an illusionary wall of faith,
She knew ‘the maker’ was still writing her story..
Shaken by fear of leaving her everything for nothing at all,
She chose to never let it pass her by..
Her heart sank with the weight of restlessness..
Bound by chains of conservatism she had dared to break free.
How far she had come through, she knew not..
For all she knew, that his love was all that she was fighting for..
For all she knew, that she would make through..