Thursday 10 January 2013

Wrong turn!


Pre-Script: This crap need not be paid attention.

Sometimes a wrong decision weighs so heavy on you that you seriously start doubting the whole damned relevance of your existence.

In the heat of passion, I too made a wrong decision some 6 months back and now what?? Every dream which was once flaring with the intensity of sun has died down to ashes making my entire world all black.

 Lying amongst the ashes are some vain hopes, some bizarre yearnings of playing with the hands of clock, of a beautiful past that could lead to an even prettier tomorrow-apparently my present wherein I stand, ready to trade a thousand tomorrows for a single yesterday. Yes, human desires can be so insanely vain.

Morning dreams do come true , specially when they are undesirable. My dream did come true , trust me it did. My best friend- the only one I "truly" have, gave me the sad new of the demise of my desires, and almost as soon as I realized that it was just another bad dream , I heaved a sigh of relief only to wake up to find out that it wasn't a  dream but the trailer of an ugly reality!  I failed and the same report card, as in my dreams,same down to every grade, conjured in front of my eyes, only this time it was real.

I have been mourning for too long, my benumbed intellectual faculties have been burning on the pyre of my dear dreams from a long long time. My wimpy frame cries out loud for a colorful attire. The wings which once dreamed of touching the acme of success have been clipped by the cruel hands of failure. The continual flapping of the wings and the accompanying moan disheartens like nothing else on the surface of this meaningless earth.

I am sick and tired of wallowing but I understand that no one else is responsible for my sorry state of affairs but me. I am the writer of my own misfortune, slayer of my own tomorrows. How, I wish I could be a redeemer too. How I wish I could re-write this awful chapter of my life. But reality shouts back at such vain hopes over and over again, I can’t do so!

As I stand still, watching the cremation of my own miserable-self, I can see a crazy brave fiber yet untouched by the blazing cinders, I wonder if it’s going to survive long enough to regenerate a new life out of the ashes.

May a mere hope breathe life into an otherwise dead frame –whispers a demented soul!

P.S: I wish to believe that desires die, but dreams can be protected , if hope is made to survive despite all odds. I pray, may every broken-heart have its hope intact, alive..

5 comments:

  1. Puji look back only for introspection's sake and continue to dream and pursue them with renewed vigor in the New Year! Best wishes and hope your new desires and dream get fulfilled!!

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    1. Thank you for the kind words sir. god bless you! :)

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  2. Well, life is like that but yes there is no point mourning. As far as dreams, desires and hope is concerned, it is propelled by us and more so by what we choose to do...

    Welcome back and Happy New Year :)

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    1. Yes life is like that, sometimes cold sometimes warm, just like the seasons change, life changes..
      Sometimes it's too hard for one to stand one's ground and resist the mighty winds of failure..but then this is life. Failure heralds nothing but success but I believe one should be strong enough to survive the blows in order to see the pretty face of success..

      Thank you for the warm welcome,Saru. I wish you a very happy new year! :)

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