Ever thought of the thought...
Sitting on a chair, tied with a rope... hands tied, legs tied, a tape on your mouth...
Struggling! Struggling hard to break free...
Thats how I see my country, our world as... tied tightly with a rope and struggling... struggling hard to break free...
Its a feeling hard to define... A moment of utter helplessness that takes over every rational thought...
Its like being left alone somewhere, just anywhere in the midst of all the blue colour around the world on the atlas... yeah all alone struggling to survive in these endless blue oceans...
Hollowness settles in and feels like its all empty right inside... Nothing left to give, nothing more to take...
Probably just a lonely traveller on this journey called life!... each of us have to live our own journeys... sometimes when I see a pujari in the temple, a naked kid on the road, a liftman in the building... just every living being, human or animal or plant and I wonder.... questions clutter up my head... then when am clueless, answer it myself saying... he has come to travel his own journey and I got to travel my own journey.
Within 24 hours of a day... there is soo much to travel... variations of thoughts, moods, highs and lows. Within jus a span of daylight and moonlight... feel helpless, wasted and also bright, charged.
Its blankness + commotion that flashes in the head at the same time... Ironies and Anthithesis are all there playing its role all the time.
Amongst all of this... there is probably one word that defines the journey of life...
"Perseverance"... its dictionary meaning - Continuing inspite of difficulties!
SoMe NiGHTS
10 years ago
2 comments:
OMG.... good progress.... jab pooja buch bolti hai toh band nhn hoti ...:)
anyways...was imagining u tied to d chair... smhw i cud only think of the frog.
you know what, let the country alone for a moment and i was like that. tied to a chair not doing or saying anything. and then from the end of a tunnel i hear a voice: stand up Son of man. and the shackles that once bound entwined now became limbs and tools and with them cut out and sculpted life... now who's complaining if i chipped off way too much of wood?
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