Take Me Home!

As I excavate deeper into the vistas of my future boulevard, the chill wind above my hairs unfolds a long-lost secret tune of desperation. The more I try to emend the path of doom, the more I get indulged into it. I feel like to flee from the boisterous and vociferous shadows that my life casts over me. A bright and sunny day appears dim to me now, while I can chalk out a lifetime from moonless nights. This everlasting contrast of light and darkness leads me to nowhere.

My futile attempts tease me every time when I am alone; and even sometimes when I belong to the crowd. The solitude, these days, is burdensome to me. It is perhaps patience that all I require the most, and all that I lack the most.

Although I understand the essential lacuna of my character, I love to reign amid the abysmal depth of this self-drawn solitude, of numbness, and frustration. It’s all what I left with now, and all that I am destined to savor until this battle of mind over matter ends.

Heavens rot as tears rolled down my cheeks. Prayers remain unanswered when I wished to get them heard the most. All my austerities are hidden somewhere among the pinpricks of the Eastern asterism. I bleed, I batter, I bruise – all just to let me feel I survive. A million coruscating shaft of moonbeams now seem to delve deeper into the darkest dungeons of my inner self, illuminating nothing but an eternal void.

Wake me up to take me Home!

Songs of Experience

I often wonder how human beings move on after incurring a terrible fatal blow! How things shape into place after a painful hiatus of happy times. It’s time, I guess. Time makes us feel stronger (no, it does not give you muscle power until and unless you workout) and even, sometimes makes us to act bolder. I can still recollect my childhood days when I lost my favorite doll in a misfeasance and thought my life to come to a tragic end. But that was just the beginning, and I never knew that there were more to follow suit.

There are many a time I experienced my world to shatter in front of my eyes. But songs of experience made me choose the path of optimism. Every blow helped me to acquire enough guts so that I could rejuvenate from nothing but a mound of ashes. Phoenix, huh?

“To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.”

Perhaps no other words could express my feelings in a better way than these lines of Keats. Oh, how I had troubles to read him during my graduation days! But now as I grew older, I realized his beauty (I am talking about his works, not his countenance, mind you!).

To reciprocate to these adversities that my life imposed on me, I take inspiration from life itself: I learn everyday as I play. But still sometimes something haunts me, sometimes something taunts me, sometimes something makes me smile, and sometimes I just love to walk alone in the night.

There is no shortcut to make a way from the darkest dungeons, nor there is any tailor-made method available till date. Patience is the keyword my friend, and time is the best healer, that’s all.