Saturday

Alone. Cold. Scared




What's it like to wake up in the middle of the night because of a dream you so desperately didn't want to see..alone? 

Fate asks for attention just like a faint glint of light coming in through the ventilation  demands. And that too in a room with closed doors and windows.

Alone.

When are you really alone? Is it when you remember everyone's birthday and no one remembers yours? Or is it when you try your soul out to make others happy and they are the ones who end up disappointed in you?

You think you are alone when you scroll through the names in your phonebook and find no one to talk to. Suddenly, life gives you answers you find difficult to decipher and you wish till the very end for that one day to disappear, possibly forever. Even if you manage to call up someone, the call just goes on unanswered, or worse, dropped. 

You have time. They don't.

Cold.

I never found the coldness of winter to be bothering enough. What has got me bothered is the coldness of so-called people. Sometimes, days are like walking in a graveyard. There is beauty, and then there is sadness as well. A falling dew drop looks beautiful from a leaf as it reflects the light of the full moon. Yet you are still walking among corpses. Living corpses.

You desperately look for a shelter as it begins to snow. You end up finding a home..one with a broken roof.

Scared.

You have ruins in your hands when you are running scared. You are scared of facing upto certain truth. Inevitable ones at that. Being scared is a trait that we all would love to part with. Unfortunately, our hands are tied and the other end of the rope is with someone, somewhere. Some of the unfortunate ones take to religion, which cashes in on nothing else but our fears.

Some of us are alone, some cold, some scared, others have something of others and yet somehow we never seem to acknowledge that. 

A journey, no matter how long, begins with a single step. Embrace your faults. Work on them. 


If you are alone, admit it. Try and be the north star to someone else. If you are cold, then remember, you have the fire within yourself too.

If you are scared, remember, we all are

In My Sorrows

Here I lie in my sorrow, Where I dwell in an empty tomorrow, The journey for truth seems so steep, I feel I've lost the chance of relief...