How far are you willing to bend to fate, to destiny? How much longer will the thread of your life to hold? How much are you willing to sacrifice your soul for something as petty as hope?
Its going to break under strain and when it does, I would like to be there to witness such atrocity. I would want to revel in the destruction of those who keep faith. Not that I care about these people. Just looking at the foolish people who deceive themselves throughout their lives and die in the end with nothing but upturned soil called grave as a mark that they once existed. Even that gives way after a few decades.
What is colour to a dying man? What meaning does the blue of the sky hold for a person who is to be engulfed forever in the dark? Nothing whatsoever. He is downtrodden and dejected. He holds nothing but a sad melancholy in his dying heart and will take that heart with its memories to his grave.
It seems like the light is gone
Leaving me trembling in the dark
Senses are dulled, even my breathing has slowed
I cant seem to shout out, to gain some weight of reality
It all seems like a dream to me
A dark pit, going down and leading to melancholy
No whispers, no silhouettes, no shadows
Only a dark sense of existence, I hold
I suffer in this dreadful state, I am trapped in my web of memories
Rushing back to me, coming forth with fresh pain and wounds unhealed
I lay in the dark, I listen to my heart
I long for things to go back to normal
For this storm must pass me by without wreaking havoc
Else My sand castle would fall, and the waves would carry me away.
I hear the sound, an inkling in the dark
Imminent danger, lurking somewhere my eyes cannot reach
The gates are closed, the walls stand tall
Is it me or I see cracks, the signs that it is all giving way
Giving way to a burden, more than what my body can bear
I hold that thought, I hold myself high
The torment I undergo, Just before the walls fall
I brace myself, I feel the sudden rush
No doubt I am scared, scared of the spirit the flood carries
Like a giant serpent, it makes its way through my gardens of peace
Trampling the flowers of my solace, leaving them nothing less than the weed like menace
Gobbling up the wooden floors of my stability, as I watch the ground disappear underneath me
My heart throbs as it sweeps up everything in its path
Leaving destruction in its wake, declaring an open war
The flood, as it breaks me down, as it tears me apart from what I knew was mine
The flood as it drives me away from what is mine, forcing me to retreat
The flood as it makes me weak, makes me bow down to my vulnerability
The flood as it is, a monstrous and destructive tyrant
Its been more than a month now and I am pretty much adjusted in my college. I did make new friends, got selected in a cool society for debating and met the most amazing people. Lately, my schedule has been so crazy that I had little time for anything else. But since its a saturday night, I have some time at my disposal and I turn to my dear blog.
I remembered, when I shifted to my college campus, mom was so reluctant to leave me alone. It felt like we were back to the time when it was my first day in kindergarten and mom had to leave me for the first time in a room full of children as old as me and a stranger who was supposedly my teacher. I felt an odd sense of loss when mom left but I did not give it a thought. Today I remembered her face as she looked at me when she was leaving. It brings a smile on my face, thinking that mothers are such fascinating creatures ever!
Now, my friends are as weird as I am. I got lucky finding a bunch of people who are just like me.
These are the people I am honoured to call my friends. Each one is as unique as the colours of the rainbow. Every day is an adventure with these guys. There is a guy among them whose expression is a little weird but thats just his style. *wink*
Also, my classes are fun. After the exhausting study of science, English literature is actually a relief to my poor nerves. ;)
Yup, that is me. Please dont Underestimate Me.
Now You might think that I said too much in a post that has been labelled as “What Can I Say?” but you see thats the charm of it all.
Goodnight, Dear readers!
Now that I am here, I have a sense of belonging
I no longer stand out, I no longer have to hold my ground
Here, my stage is set, the path is lit
All I have to do is follow, and always follow through
No urge to flee, I feel a certain sense of calm
My nerves are at rest, I dont grit my teeth
I dont shrink away from others, I dont glance away in fear
It makes me uneasy, this new peace of mine
I feel it after years of turmoil and how is it that it yielded to me?!
I dont trust this feeling, I dont believe this peace
The silence of the raging voice, the eerie calm
Convince me of the imminent storm!
I have no support to hold on, no one to fall back on
I stand alone and even the ground wont hold me for long
The tempest will again ensnare me in my dark place
So damp, so murky, so cold it is
And the thought itself makes me shudder in fear
The fear of the onslaught, the fear of the unknown.
As I toss and turn on a bed which is new for me
Unaware of how many slept in it before me
My fresh new sheets feel coarse to my skin
The pillows too high, the blanket too heavy
Restless, I try to find comfort in my memories
But Alas! They pierce my restless heart without mercy
As I think about the changes of my life
I think about what I left behind
I long for the gentle caress of my mother
The familiar touch, the sensible life
Home seems so far as I look around
The unwelcome, pale yellow of the walls
The dry bulbs with the dry, white, colourless light
I reach out and switch it off
With my cold bed and nothing to calm my nerves
On the verge of breaking down, I pray a silent prayer
The dark room plays tricks on my eyes
I cringe away and hide in my blanket
Its dark and its silent
Its almost as if its holding me down
I realise that I miss the comfort of my mom’s embrace
I shut my eyes and hold myself tight
I think of home, I think of light!
Happy Independence Day!!!
On 15th August, 1947, India was free from the hold of The British rule. A proud moment in the history of our country. The Tricolour Indian Flag, Our National Anthem. These are the jewels we carry in our hearts. No one has forgotten the lives that were slain for the sake of freedom of our country.
The patriotism in the heart of an Indian, the love for one’s countrymen, the vigour and unity is unique.
Since then, we have made progress given we have had only 68 years being free.
I learned my National Anthem when I was a child and I remember singing it with full concentration and standing in attention. It used to and still gives me the chills as I sing it for it makes me feel the love of my country flowing in the words which Mr. Rabindranath Tagore wrote.
We once had to make the Tricolour Flag in the School’s Annual Day and I was so proud to be a part of it. I was made to stand in the white strip.
Our National Anthem : Jana Gana Mana
Our National Song : Vande Mataram
Our National Motto : Satya Mev Jayate