A Strange Realization...

What to do now? Standing, somewhere not sure about which way I have come everything looks same… Couple of years, had the courage, the dreams, the feelings and the emotions only the action was what I lack…

Scattered are the stars, stretched a far… where trying to join these dots to make a celestial arc… Bonds are melted away… the ones who were dear talking to them is a new fear…

Along the path, have reached such a spot… where all these worldly colors which were thrown are accepted by self and the one which were that of mine are being shelved…

Clarity is dream, and the dreams are not even coming into the dreams… way ahead of what once reality was, the past is still beautiful and future still unknown…

What is needed is to show the urgency… what are we doing? And what not, we are doing just for the sake of currency…

Everyone is trying to make you the way they think one should be, but there’s hardly any luck and time where a self can think, feel the way it wants to be…

Whom to blame? Were to change ourselves is the game we no longer play… Everything is self-generated… self-created but reality is buried under the pleasure…

Even to realize that you don’t belong to where you are, such a thought is great to have along… event to think is half done… other half with plan and through execution will be done…

Formalities, loyalties and opportunities… were we only meant for these sort of things… under such a wreaked lifestyle we have crushed our own wings…

Nothing wrong but nothing right too… at least once and for now, for that tiny little flower with in you… fight too…

Look beyond the comfort, put that another effort… put away any hope for the support… just… start… get up, walk, take a step, just one step and then one another and another…

Don’t worry about the coming years, don’t think much about it… rather think of a day… think of the goal for the day… with a hoe taking another step tomorrow take one step today…

Succumbing to what others what is worst then killing self…

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