Doing Something

You have seen the light fade preferred darkness some days burrowed under the weight of, changes brought forth by new days. Thoughts have made your head dizzy, heart thundering at every moment left or right; a heavy decision, kept you awake at night, hasn't it? And what is wrong with hesitation? Why not take a moment to breathe bow your head, close your eyes breathe loud, if it clears your sight. See the light at the horizon, there will be another one moments lost in forgetting the past, it is a shadow that can't be outrun. You took a decision, didn't you? You consulted your past, right? It has been your enemy; you agreed, but in times, has been your ally. It will be on your shoulders and you will always feel the weight, a shadow; you don't need to outrun, a timeline of how much you have changed.

Conceding to a point, being sorry when out of line proven wrong when you are, Saying “I accept.” and it is fine. Being stupid, like Vir Das said, being laughed at is not so sad because you realize what happened was stupid then another day you are laughing instead.   Debating to reach a solution not testing how high your pitch is, making a point when it is your turn using knowledge to make that nincompoop burn. Quelling the anger that bursts from inside letting it bleed when the time is right using the words that make a point not the slangs which has taken over the fight.   Media circulating the facts which state the truth as it is, whatever it takes not caring about the right light or wrong light but just truth coming to light. Not blaming god for anything amiss as he does not control the destiny for if he had known the never-ending bloodshed, misery he would have made sure the start does not exist.

I think what I asked were musings of a curious mind born were the questions and the answers is what I meant to find. You think what I asked was musing of a disturbed mind perception of things happening and giving advice in every line. They think what I asked was highly offensive pieces one can find trying to shake the foundation however rotten beliefs that bind. They think, you think, I think what was is nowhere to be seen new questions, new answers and the fools, just being mean. The curious mind has learned answers of the questions, he never asked lost in politics and schemes forgot what the beginning was about.

If you squint a little, you would see a figure walking down the same path. There, sits a hermit who tells the old tales to who listens... He says the path is one And yet taken by many You see the potholes Many have fallen in A shadow looked lost and pale Giving up for he sees nothing, There is a child picking pebble To see what's beneath it He tells of the time When battles were decided with swords When word of the mouth Was worth more than gold. The hermit sees the time and keeps the happenings in mind. And he offers to tell the tale to those who stop and listen to him from time to time.

One afternoon he wondered about where he went wrong. He listed out all the events of the past with nothing better to do...   Could it be that point When saying actually felt awful When trying to save something Resulted with nothing at all. Or perhaps it was then When life asked you to choose Presented the valley of green With no clues of what's hidden. No, maybe it was when He thought it was right But turned out double-edged sword Whether you take left or right. Sitting there wondering about what has come to pass proved rather barren. Reminiscing about the what else he could have done was like putting salt on the wound. He realised what is wrong now... That double-edged sword Was rather inevitable He has come to this journey And sitting still only hurts his butt Perhaps it was about choosing And living with the choices He didn't have to have it bright His left can also be right Sitting there, going in loop Will definitely end with unhinged mind For it is not going to bring peac...

There are not enough words to define the emptiness that we feel. It could be anything, from something insignificant to something that is beyond understanding. Nowadays, it doesn't take much to stir the peace of the mind. Yet, what is so disturbingly astonishing is the way that we accept it and remain as the victim for much more time than needed. Regretfully, I am one of the unfortunate souls that have been in this quicksand for a long time now. It is not a tragic story but a common tale of today but as they say "you were not there!". I think this so-called anchor has long stalled my journey and it is time to cut it out because I have chosen the wild tides than the deadly quiet peace. Hence, I have decided to tell... I have picked up the shovel started filling with the old tales one by one it will go till I am done with this grave  dug for me once by my own misery and mistakes as I have learned that it is not my day. But I will honor you with the gr...