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This particular one, has nothing to do with my day, neither with the yesterday nor the past week/month/ year. But surely yes, related with some moments, that I am reminiscent of. Come to think of which, I can't even recall when the following happened, but it is so deeply etched into my memory that even a small stimulus brings at all back, CRASHING down like an avalanche.
Like I have titled this blog, I would like to believe it's not too late to just mention the thoughts (a much milder form of the actual events). Maybe someone can take a note out of it and become devout enough to avoid such a situation. I read this on one of my Friend's blog and thought of putting it forward. So here goes:
A day in sorrow
Standing by the window I could see a stretch of darkness .the ruthless cold weather had as if swathe in black every single wonder created by nature .The clouds screeched and cried and breaking the silence. I stood their in solitude and asked why life was so unjust and lonely? The shadow I could see in the glass was the only someone I could see along the expanse. My heart and my soul cried calling out for help to alleviate the load of me. The bricks had just fallen of one by one. What was once a tower of faith and belief seem to have shattered in front of my eyes? I stood their devastated .i wanted to erase all the memories and any threads which got me into such a state of unhappiness. i wept but the voices just echoed back to me as if all other doors had been closed i needed someone badly to hear me out just once hear me out and could take me back to where it all began . i wish i could undo all .Was their someone who could bring light to my soul .Was it part of my dole ?was I meant to be punished ?Did I not hear the warnings or did I overlooked them ?
- S. M.
This particular one, has nothing to do with my day, neither with the yesterday nor the past week/month/ year. But surely yes, related with some moments, that I am reminiscent of. Come to think of which, I can't even recall when the following happened, but it is so deeply etched into my memory that even a small stimulus brings at all back, CRASHING down like an avalanche.
Like I have titled this blog, I would like to believe it's not too late to just mention the thoughts (a much milder form of the actual events). Maybe someone can take a note out of it and become devout enough to avoid such a situation. I read this on one of my Friend's blog and thought of putting it forward. So here goes:
A day in sorrow
Standing by the window I could see a stretch of darkness .the ruthless cold weather had as if swathe in black every single wonder created by nature .The clouds screeched and cried and breaking the silence. I stood their in solitude and asked why life was so unjust and lonely? The shadow I could see in the glass was the only someone I could see along the expanse. My heart and my soul cried calling out for help to alleviate the load of me. The bricks had just fallen of one by one. What was once a tower of faith and belief seem to have shattered in front of my eyes? I stood their devastated .i wanted to erase all the memories and any threads which got me into such a state of unhappiness. i wept but the voices just echoed back to me as if all other doors had been closed i needed someone badly to hear me out just once hear me out and could take me back to where it all began . i wish i could undo all .Was their someone who could bring light to my soul .Was it part of my dole ?was I meant to be punished ?Did I not hear the warnings or did I overlooked them ?
- S. M.
I would only like to reiterate what I stated earlier, it's just a milder description of the actual emotion (don't get baffled by it). Paradoxical as that may sound, but it is the truth. Us humans get so affected by really small events in life, that bring about a cataclysmic changes in our perception towards it.Also being humans that we are, we manage to endure inexplicably hurtful losses with such composure and elan and end up putting them in simple words (like the ones above in red).
Coming back to the paradox, that my short life span has been till now, I have a song (not as much the performance) I'd like to share with you:
The performance in itself depicts YIN and YANG, HATE and LOVE that come and go at momentary intervals. The lyrics of this song , however are the paradox to the title of this post. It is never too late, given that we are quick enough to realize and gauze the situation and act like SANE human beings. The ones blinded by POWER, GREED, LUST, ATTACHMENT and RAGE will only end up being LATE enough to stick to their course of sorrow. It's all up to you, in your own hands. Mend your ways and end being eternally happy, JUST IN TIME......... OR end up being TOO LATE!!!!
On that note, I'd like to share an oxymoron
MAN IS CONDEMNED TO BE FREE.
