This is where we stand today,
Strangers on the cross-roads where we first met.
I would have had regrets,
But who hurts over the absence of a stranger?
But then I’m on my way again,
And I look back just once,
To see you looking back at me one last time,
Before you set out again.
And then the memories of that stranger I once knew,
Come back to me with every step I take,
Knowing that we’re probably treading the same paths,
The ones we chose to walk together,
But the same ones that we aren’t.
But I know better than to stop,
I know better than to hold on,
Because the roads are going to change,
The crossroads are going to come our way,
And once again I will see you,
And once again I will bid farewell to thee Stranger,
With a glance that ignites the memories,
The ignition of memories that cannot be forgotten.
For it doesn’t matter how old we are,
For it doesn’t matter where we are,
For I know that stranger standing at that cross-road.
And you are the stranger I’ve always known…
Sometimes when we are happy we think that everybody in this world is happy, willing the day to finish at the same awesomeness level we enjoyed in the morning… On the other hand, there are many people who are thinking of how to sleep and where at that day…
We are so used to seeing the world through our eyes, we didn’t try to see it in a new way… Its usually good but mostly hard… The point of happiness is not easy as we knew it… I have to admit, its seriously hard especially these days, many people are waiting your success and the rest of them are waiting you to fail… Not because they have some animosity for you but because you and them are fighting to get the same chance… So never give them your chance easily and at the same time don’t be selfish…
I am living life taking the best out of it “as much as possible” and seeking happiness everywhere, maybe happiness is hard now but I could work and manage to get it somehow or the other eventually, It must be mine, because I truly deserves it… Sometimes its hard to guess what is the idea of happiness, is it about money, health, education or future??? I do believe that its NOT all about money… Money can give you what makes you happy and thats the truth but SATISFACTION is something money can never give.. Nothing can change it because its clear as summer’s sun…
Actually, I have to stop taking life easily as I used to do… I understand what life means but I think that my happiness was just a black scarf, beautiful but keeps me going as a blind man!!! For goodness sake, why do I have eyes??? They are connected to my mind and heart because what I see shapes my mind and heart, feelings and ideas everywhere…
“There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch“
Everyone is after seeking happiness and it doesn’t matter what type of it because it doesn’t really matter!!! I want to keep in mind that I am going to fight and climb mountains to reach my goal… I believed and I still do that life has no mercy, nothing comes for free or easily… You gotta be strong to continue with life’s rhythm…
There are two distinct worlds. When one culminates the next starts, when one closes its eyes, the other opens up. The landscape changes, everything appears to be monochromatic. Some caliginous images revolve around your mind and you keep decrypting them unenthusiastically. Separation becomes so very appropriate. The world of subliminal self is different. It’s strange but you never realize its eccentricity till you jump back to the other world – the four dimensional landscape.
Things are different after you close your eyes. Every night someone tries to reveal a disjointed tale. Every night you become a unassertive observer. You see familiar faces, you see people whom you must have came across or seen for a short time. Your closed eyes makes you see those faces that you forget to see in your reality. The world after you sleep is so hypnagogic. You see graffiti, you fly, you fall from a tall precipice , and you try to run from gun shots, you fall, you battle to move, and you freeze. The sepia-coloured images speak something to you but you compete to interpret the hidden sense.
You keep walking through a never ending aisle. Sometimes the scenes changes exorbitantly. You see people swimming inside an aquarium .. you fight and scream and you see scintillating faces. Nothing is monotonous in that world, nothing is even. The disengagement and incongruity develops, the surrealism settles down. The colour of your dreams are sometimes blue, sometimes it’s grey. Sometimes you just get into it. You start participating with those floating images, you never realise that it was a dream till you open your eyes. Sometimes you feel glad to wake up after a nightmare and sometimes you feel cursed to face the reality. You see million faces, you travel through unknown places, and you meet lost friends. You cry in your dreams, you smile, you scream, you try to do everything inside a dream.
Recollecting your dreams makes you crazy while some lingers through out your life and you never realize their meaning.
The maze keeps annoying you. The hazy ideas and half told tales inside your dream-scape stimulate your mind to think about things that you seldom remember. There’s a hangover every dawn, sometimes they make you imagine and sometimes they just makes you spellbound. The floating imagery, those faces, those fleeting shadows make you speculate about the beauty and ugliness concealed inside a chimera…
“Letting go doesn’t mean giving up… it means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.”
When love dies, lust occupies a human mind. When the smiles of yesteryears fade down, the whirlwind of perplexity darts through the corridors of your invalid kingdom…
His heart tries to visit those ambrosial green memories. The calmness is missing in his monochromatic galaxy. Almost every relationship comes with the abiding past. The ghosts create commotion, the ambrosial green memories turn into fatal dissonance. The pain begins to linger throughout every corner of his throbbing heart…
His past becomes his curse, his present collapses. The maze called life plays eerie symphonies now. His tears are red, his eyes are all wet.
Relationships are constantly falling apart because of misapprehensions, expectations. Love is losing its virgin redolence. The purity is somewhat missing in this fast changing world. It will be silly on your part to expect your partner to have no past now. As I have said earlier, almost every relationship has a past. Some past fades into an eclipse (mean. nothingness), some stays behind and some curses you everyday, every time. Life is hanging by a thread. Its sad and ruthless. The longing for a momentary bliss is creating dissonancy to an urban soul. The rate of physical as well as mental infidelity is increasing. Life is treating no one very well.
Once upon a time he was loved by everyone; he was the talk of the town. He was having everything that he wanted but now he is abandoned and disrespected. His life has reduced into a sanatorium . He tries to watch movies, he tries to listen to music but the howl of his past prevents every good thing to slide into his loneliness….
There are no auspicious rules to make a relationship work. It’s all fate and that heavenly chemistry. There’s no companion, there’s only reality that is deformed, dark and full of oubliette.
Nothing is everlasting, nothing is complete. Everyone is living an incomplete life. That’s what life is and the beauty rest deep in its incompleteness. He is no more crying tonight, he found his dream fairy, he isn’t worried about his past neither he is concerned about his future. He is just living in the present. The dawn is glistening now, the shadows of past is no more floating in his galaxy. There’s always a silver lining, there’s always a happy beginning…..
“Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it all has finally come together. What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself… ‘How did I get through all of that?”
Life is incongruous …. it’s incalculable yet so very zoetic. The very instant the sun goes down, there’s another night. The quiescence settles down but the pandemonium inside never leaves us. Sometimes there’s heat, sometimes there’s cold but the vapors rising from those pain keeps lingering on.
The hurricane is transforming me into some monochromatic smokes. The thorns are no more pinching me but I could very clearly see blossoms turning into needles. The abyss where I dwell is designing my subsistence and my voice is slowly fading away like the never ending murk. The wanderer is moving ahead in search of light.
The absurdity increases and madness overcome everything. Everyday is a combat. It’s no crushing defeat, no world wars but something more than that. Your brain stops functioning, your heart throbs more and your existence craves for something. There is an itch, there is cry and then there is that struggle for continuance.
The sweat from your body makes you look ugly; your lorgnette makes you look like a nerd and you feel like dirt. The invisibility increase, the pain spreads like toxin throughout your spines.
Incongruous things, unfriendly stares, anger and a voiceless thunder occupies your galaxy. People look like Satan, cars and buses like necrotic weapons, the skyscrapers appears like predators. There’s no logic, there’s nothing that rational enough. There’s only a long deep introspection.
There are masks available everywhere. The meaning of life keeps changing. The night bites you, nightmares keep you awake and the morning sun tortures your skin. Everybody is smart, good looking, accomplished. No one is fallacious , ugly and unintelligent. There’s no room for madness, but there’s enough space for the greedy and the ruthless. The concubines sell themselves, the politicians keep fighting, poor writers and poets keep penning illogical quotes and the world keeps wheeling.
Almost every street is crowded, almost every place is diluted. There is a smell of lingering bane, there is nothingness everywhere. The disconnected prose is nonsensical, the metaphors seems meaningless. The memoirs written by great people are sitting unattended. The coffins of dead poets and musicians must be rotting somewhere. The sunshine beckons freedom, the night exude curse but the world remains the same. Preposterous thoughts of a whimsical man are like a sanatorium in action. There is no space for absurdity. Facts, figures, statistics makes you stronger, logical and a tough person. There’s no place for people who talks everything in metaphors and similes.
Life is magnificent, life is logical. Everybody is creating something or the other; everybody is playing their role well. Everybody is a celebrity, everybody is a rock star but everybody can’t flaunt an ordinary face. The mask never leaves them, the curse lingers on…….
We all have walls we build for ourselves called our identity, ego, self image, reputation, persona etc…but those walls become prison walls trapping the real YOU inside if you do not build bridges to let yourself out, and more importantly, let others in..
So many of my family and friends live lives of pain, and suffering, tolerating their lives and enduring the pain every day because they spend all their time building up that wall and not sparing anytime or neglecting time to build what is equally if not more important, their bridges.
What builds our bridges is the love we share with those around us, the love we receive, the love in our hearts and in our actions towards others continuously and unconditionally. It is the love we feel towards our family, friends, communities, and the world we live in. Every time we love someone, we build and strengthen the bridge from our wall to theirs. The more we build our bridge and send out our love unconditionally, the more those bridges will strengthen, and the more the love will come back.
Connecting deeply with others, being a friend, living and loving your life daily, are all ways we build the bridge that will set us free, free from the walls that keep us inside, trapped, feeling all the unnecessary pain, that by loving and feeling the love, takes away.
So if you’re feeling lonely, stop focusing on your Wall, your self, your problems, your pains, your mistakes, and simply put, You. Focus on building your bridge by loving and accepting yourself, then your family, friends, all the people in your life, your partner and your world daily, and keep in mind that the greater your wall, the greater your bridge will need to be.
So start today by taking the time to send out some love, even if it’s just a word, nice thought, friendly gesture, a positive quote, feedback, or comment, on Facebook, via email, twitter, phone, in person, in every form, in every way, and ideally in everything you say and do. Because in love as in life, every thing counts, and is never a waste of time.
So let me start by saying I love you my family, my friends, supporters, and readers, not because you are reading my blog, but I love you because you are my bridge, without you my life would be lonely, and would cease to exist. Thank you deeply with all my heart for being in my life, circle, world, today, tomorrow, and hopefully, always…
In Love, Light, and Luxury,