Going through the dark woods, I feel there is no end to darkness, light eludes me!! Pain seems to have lost its existence but there are remnants, the stab in the wounds is felt sometimes!! Looking up at the sky I see stars, hell my saviours!!
But where do they get their own support, hanging in mid-air marked by pain, they try their level best to shine and outshine. How, they question me, can you go on living like a nomad? I suddenly forget I'm lost. We strike a conversation, sitting under the branches of a thronged tree wrapped in hellish creatures!!
We talk endlessly, or so it seems. With dawn approaching, we talk on endless subjects.. .. .. .. their problems, my solution.. and hell and its existence.. life and its paradigms.. ironies and forces of nature.. loyalties and their possibilities.. .. .. ..
Realising suddenly that they have reached their maximum capacity the stars lean on my shoulders. I, the deceived, the deprived, the lost soul is providing the bright minds and souls some guidance and support. Solace becomes my job and I realise that all is not lost yet!!!!
My purpose has been discovered. Behold the ultimate truth.. .. .. every soul has a direction to venture to, a job to perform and set an example as the perpetrator of work. But the grimness of mind still persists. My goal is set momentarily and as the sun approaches I again go back to being a beast of lust, desire, longing, pain and disgrace. Hunting for yet newer reasons to sulk and let my heart and great mind down... ... ... ... ... To set the purpose, they strive to achieve, on the backbench.
But where do they get their own support, hanging in mid-air marked by pain, they try their level best to shine and outshine. How, they question me, can you go on living like a nomad? I suddenly forget I'm lost. We strike a conversation, sitting under the branches of a thronged tree wrapped in hellish creatures!!
We talk endlessly, or so it seems. With dawn approaching, we talk on endless subjects.. .. .. .. their problems, my solution.. and hell and its existence.. life and its paradigms.. ironies and forces of nature.. loyalties and their possibilities.. .. .. ..
Realising suddenly that they have reached their maximum capacity the stars lean on my shoulders. I, the deceived, the deprived, the lost soul is providing the bright minds and souls some guidance and support. Solace becomes my job and I realise that all is not lost yet!!!!
My purpose has been discovered. Behold the ultimate truth.. .. .. every soul has a direction to venture to, a job to perform and set an example as the perpetrator of work. But the grimness of mind still persists. My goal is set momentarily and as the sun approaches I again go back to being a beast of lust, desire, longing, pain and disgrace. Hunting for yet newer reasons to sulk and let my heart and great mind down... ... ... ... ... To set the purpose, they strive to achieve, on the backbench.
