Sometimes there is no light to break up the dark. At a point, when everything is bleak, I sense that a streak of light is enough to see life, but in stark darkness we tend to lose sight of it, altogether. I close my eyes shut or walk with open eyes, it makes no difference for all I can see is darkness.
When you stop running for a moment to nourish your weary lungs with air, you realize what you’d lost all this while, you were running and that is happiness, that is life and when you realize this you don’t possess even a scrap of energy to continue this race anymore, for the flare of passion which had been fuelling your lungs till now, is extinguished by the sudden chills of this very realization.
Planned things never work out in my favor, just when I expect from myself to put in my best in the most important exam of life, my expectations betray me. I’d happily fail a thousand times, if it were just an exam, but to my utter misfortune this is not my story. If failures were just one aspect of life, I’d happily take it, but sadly it’s a lot more.
Every morning I wake up with a vain hope of seeing the light of reason, but there’s no sun in my world, even the nights are moonless.
Even with the music on, all that I can experience is absolute reticence. Even with so many people around, loneliness is my only companion.
As though, every moment is dragging the course of this maze, like it were a crippled being, as though life is going to go on and on, as if this mortal life suddenly decided to fancy the mould of eternity, just to see how long my patience can survive and like every other question, it has the same answer, "I don't know"..