Apr 28, 2009
Over time,he drifted away from her.He would remember her face everyday and the time they'd spent but the time he gave to this was stifled over time. He knew not whether he was of any importance to her or just another acquaintance but he held on to hopes of the former.He tried to tell himself that he mattered but on the day she left him without saying a word,he knew.The build-up to this had been far from hidden.The fights,the loss of passion,the oblivion.It all dawned upon him now that she had gone.He had always admired her beauty though he now found out that she had never been able to read or write.That did not change things.He now understood her.She had never opened up to him or anyone her whole life but here she was,fully revealed to only him.The others who were to decide her fate did so at the girl they knew at face value.Can we ever blame someone who is unaware of how blatantly they are being manipulated?The innocent are framed for things they do not even do and some are too ashamed of their inability to retort or stand up for themselves.They suffer for no fault of theirs.They are scarred for life and cannot heal the wounds.The dead do not come back so even if the innocent are imprisoned,nothing comes of it.
The morality of fellow humans is tested by people holding a piece of paper that allows them to do so.One should stop and test their own morality first before pointing fingers.It is so easy to pass on the brunt of the blame but to take it on behalf of everybody involved knowing that it could cost you your life,brave!Morality is the highest standard for human behavior. But you can not understand what is moral before you understand human behavior and what is good and what is right. It is also based upon self-understanding because if you do not understand yourself, you will not be able to understand others, their behavior and the nature of being human. It is human nature that creates what we are and our rules for behavior.
There is a story called "Punishment" by Tagore in which conflicting emotions of a girl,framed for murder,by her own loved ones,leads her to the noose by her own will.How do people live with a safe conscience knowing that their doings have cost someone their life?I wish I had answers to questions like that.Or what is the value of being alive?I've tried my best to analyse human beings and figure out these things but in vain.Even Google doesn't have the answers.If you do,please tell me!
Apr 14, 2009
I'll make the most of all the sadness
You'll be a bitch because you can
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty because you can't understand
We're going down,and you can see it too
We're going down,and you know that we're doomed
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
I don't have what I need to feel strong and not alone.I am just going to take this road I have already started walking on for the place where I started from is now too many miles away.I have nowhere to go.I bear a life within me,an energy that's keeping me going.The last remainder of the zest I once had.I walk alone in the dark,not searching for anything,but hoping to move on.Treading on these strange paths of life is odd and hard without you.It hurts to take these steps ahead but I compel myself to.If there is another person in your life,you may as well be happy.Be happy enough for both of us.I cannot do it anymore for my memory has conveniently failed me.You've left me in a state where I know not the next right to take,whom to trust and confide in,whom to blame but myself.You were all that I had.I have struggled enough to make this work but I see no point now.I loathe the sight and thought of you.The you,whom I once knew.So distant,yet not the reason of my despair.Do not concern yourself with thoughts of me,a shadow in your past.Our roads diverge here and our own routes have been marked out.Do not look back for this love is not enough for you and all that I can give.I lack the things you desire but this is all that I am.Take it or leave.You already decided in your subconscience and now the action remains to follow the thought.Why am I even afraid to lose you when you're not mine?
Apr 9, 2009
He isolated himself and lived inwardly till he yearned for company.
By no fault of his,he had to succumb,
Desecrating the traditional values.
The culmination of a life worth living.
Gone now with the passing rapids,
The wind,the spruce trees,the leaves of which wilt,and regain life soon after.
Built up my hopes and then left me yearning.
Leaving me happy in my make-shift happy world,
An unrealistic world where my dreams shatter at dawn.
Every new day brings false hopes,a false sense of security.
Living in my own world of pretense,
Finding solace in the memories.
Attached yet detached unwillingly.
Tell me yourself when you want out.
Compelling you is not my intent.
Lost in a world of singularity.
Find me out
The white light trickles in from a gap in the window,
the mere fact of my existence revealed through the sound of my uneasy breathing.
Now you know that i am indeed here.
Yet,you will not come to help me,
Despite all our promises.
"Some things last..."
Imagine the beauty of an everlasting something with someone who means a lot to you.Or just immortality.I am not talking about Tithonus by Lord Alfred Tennyson but there's something beautiful about living on.I would like to go back in time and start from scratch and then,once I have things going for me,live on that way.Maybe that is too much to be asking for.It is.But we're all living to find happiness at the end,right?How one goes about doing it is secondary.Maybe living in my dream world and finding solace there is silly and I'm only fooling myself and will end up waking up to the brute reality of life but at this juncture,that does not matter.I am happy living in my little facade that I have created for myself.
Distances intervene.Partings are made. Life does not wait for any one.
"Life is like a blanket that is too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night." ~Marion Howard