You are as close as a dream enclosed in my eyes
And as far as that dream from reality.
As true as the fact I m alive
And as false as the fact that I can live Without You….
You are a habit, deep rooted in my existence and every spoon of my feeling will have a taste of you. There was a day I chose to think and dream about you. There was night I chose to listen and feel you. Now even when I like to believe that I can move on, I know that I don’t have a choice.
Is it you I wanted or a reflection of the person I wanted in You. What made me never accept or reject you completely? What drives me to hope that you will come back again .What makes me feel things will be normal, when your coming back is the most abnormal thing ever.
Do you know the answer? I guess No. You never knew, otherwise you would have never let me go. Do I know? I guess No. Because then I would have never come to you. It is a lobe of entangled threads where the ends are tied to each other. The complexity of the problem is its solution .And only one possible way out. Cut the thread apart.Just not meant to be together.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Commoners' Point....
It’s a year to 26/11..
Its more than eight years to 9/11 ..and many such events..many days have passed .many events shook the mankind ..many life sacrifices on the altar of terrorism…many tears have evaporated to bring the tsunami of emotions all around the world.
And what am I doing..reading news to make my point in Group Discussion… showing people around me that I am well informed.. hiding away when news of terror strikes… calling my family and relatives to know they are safe..praying that I return home every time I move out…and Waiting for my turn…..
Yes I am part of the common man’s group..Because there s nothing uncommon about me..I survive the same fear and guilt every day to sleep peacefully at night only to wake up to the alarming din of consciousness.
My tears have the same composition of water and salt when I watch either a kargil soldier dying or the daily struggle of balwadhu.
Something kicks in.constantly..!But as if its silenced by the heavy burden of habitual worrying for that future.!
But although I know that its time to stand, speak and fight terrorism, my greater desire of serving a big company in a smaller role and living my small life with big desires will never take backseat.
Its more than eight years to 9/11 ..and many such events..many days have passed .many events shook the mankind ..many life sacrifices on the altar of terrorism…many tears have evaporated to bring the tsunami of emotions all around the world.
And what am I doing..reading news to make my point in Group Discussion… showing people around me that I am well informed.. hiding away when news of terror strikes… calling my family and relatives to know they are safe..praying that I return home every time I move out…and Waiting for my turn…..
Yes I am part of the common man’s group..Because there s nothing uncommon about me..I survive the same fear and guilt every day to sleep peacefully at night only to wake up to the alarming din of consciousness.
My tears have the same composition of water and salt when I watch either a kargil soldier dying or the daily struggle of balwadhu.
Something kicks in.constantly..!But as if its silenced by the heavy burden of habitual worrying for that future.!
But although I know that its time to stand, speak and fight terrorism, my greater desire of serving a big company in a smaller role and living my small life with big desires will never take backseat.
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