The Moon was shining beautifully, the stars gleaming with all their might, but still there was something amiss, the silence all around was of a different kind.
It's strange how you see the world as you want it to be, or rather as your heart is feeling at that particular moment. As the wind gently struck my face, I got the feeling that it was heavy and damp, but yet so subtle. It was as though it had to maintain it's composure just so that the beauty of the moon and the stars wouldn't be compromised. The pain was all hidden and made the air heavy. It was laden with rain, yet it could not shower it's tears. It was as though nature was living my tale, enduring my fate and was destined to this obscurity.
My life's been full of ups and downs, but so has been everybody else's I guess. Everyone has their share of joy and their share of pain, yet the other person's pain cake will always seem smaller as compared to your own. It's stupid to show your tears and spoil somebody else's sheen, by making that person known to the world worse than he or she ought to be. It's better to believe that there has to be some kind of misconception on your part, or maybe the other person just had to do what he or she did cause of being in a helpless situation, than thinking that the person did wrong to you or is doing wrong to you just because of selfish reasons, maybe because you're not good enough. Somewhere though, a thought still haunts me. It asks me what I did wrong to get what I did, and what I'm doing wrong to deserve what I'm getting. It asks me that why don't I deserve a fresh start in life, why every other person is oblivious to the fact that I can start anew. It asks me about what I've got in life by being the good person that I'm dubbed to be, that if good people are few and I'm one of them, why do I end up as just another person for everyone else. The thought is a dangerous one, it impregnates the mind with fear, yet I cease to cry, because I'd hate to see my world lose it's sheen through my tears.
2 comments:
First of all...Babloo is my nickname n i don't know when did i set it up...anyways...about whatever u wrote...its really good but I don't know I have read it again and again n still I find something missing..n to go deep into it..well not the best place to discuss that.
All I can say keep writing and one day you may find that perfect ending to it..May be on a friday...
Ciao!
Well writen amitej.. Gud job.. Every word is true.. But a second readin suggests sum incompleteness.. Sumthin left unsolved.. Probably the title is a bright one and the writin heavy.. But very well chosen and apt words have been used..Iz poignant..Keep up the gud work!
Post a Comment