It was
6.30 in evening, A Sunday evening without fun& frolic generally seems incomplete
as it is the only time that is considered to be spent with friends and family
chit chatting, hanging around and having fun. But unlike to any other who was
actually proving meaning to this evening, there was me, to whom, this sunset
was very tranquil and monotonous akin to any other working day evening. I was
having P.D. in my hand and to be very honest, even after turning on 100 pages,
I could memorize not even a single word of this magazine, perhaps my mind was
not with me. And then happened another unusual thing,
Even
after making up my mind up not to write again, I saw my hands running on paper
and after this it went on. Writing- Aha, my all time favorite passion, I think,
it has some ingrained magnetism as it was again forcing me to excavate all the
suppressed feeling once I concealed. All the ideas which always wanted to come
outside and just because of my bolshie wish could not get a chance to breath,
were almost on the paper. It seemed like my obstinacies lost to my passion of
writing.
I
was sitting in the room all alone. A room with west facing always gives you a
chance to witnessing the drowning sun in to dusk. The orangey sky was looking
very beautiful and unwantedly wrapped my mind with so many thoughts. Well,
hopelessly a strong wish to engrave all the ideas on paper, I was keeping on
writing… Writing..
It
was making me fanatical; I just wanted to pour all the bits and pieces resting
in my mind and heart on paper
I
just wished to lay every fancy I wanted to execute earlier
I
desired to scratch all the arguments, I felt to do with my friend previously.
I
aspired to show all my anger, which I obscured before
And
then I realized, what I am heading towards, what I am wandering for and even
after writing so much of stuff, I was blank, where to start?
Another
atypical thing happened as soon as I apprehended a ray of brightness on paper
and I looked around. It was nothing but the light of my room, which was
switched on by my sister. This means, I was lost this much that I didn’t even
give a damn to darkness but end well, all well.
The gleam of that radiance left a question in
me.
Have
I transformed my happy go lucky life in to a tedious and deadly existence? Of
course the answer was affirmed. Than another question that took my breath away.
Did
I really need this transformation? And
Don’t I need to reform it again?
Believe
me; MY thought procedure got changed that moment. I realized, it all was going
wrong. I was just wasting my precious & beautiful life just because of the tenderness,
prevailing.
It
was time to decide anything worth, it was time to uncover all the desires, I
had suppressed.
The sun was almost in the lap of
dusk now but unlike the dark covering day’s existence, my survival was giving
my life new meaning. Yes I have to do it all again,
A
new start, a new beginning with hopes to revive all the pleasure, I ever wanted
in my life, shunning all the disappointments.
Perhaps.
Things had changed because I found myself going outside the home. I was driving
with all fun, which I used to shun before.
Wish
to maintain my hopes alive.
Well
many of us are trapped in the same predicament, Soreness has snatched all their
zeal and they just sit at home alone with no hope to revive life again. To all
of them, few lines I have to say-
Witnessing
that blonde tint, blazing in the west
A
gleam of glow enlightened my hope, offered me a gist
A
sun that was about to set, elucidated my inner quest by
Excelling
my hearts gate to trounce lives fade
Awake
and realize that
A
sun that burns for the rest
Time to be transform like that
Time
to achieve forbidden glory
Of
the live which is gloomy
You
are the human on operation
With
sublime gracious motivation
Stand
up and fight back
To
get back all which was forbidden.
The
drowning sun will rise in another place
So
lets the hidden dreams unwrap on another date.!!
