Pinch me...tell me it is not true. It can't be happening to me for sure. I have always been God's special child...this is not what falls in my kitty....or does it?
Believe in God? Guess most of us do. Are there moments when God has lost track of your life, forgotten you or most scarily is just a figment of your imagination....what do you do at times like these. That someone you bow down to everytime, ask for every little wish from, who you know is your shadow when all is dark and the path ahead is rugged suddenly erases all those little signs that spoke volumes of his existence.
Where do you go, what do you do....why is it always like that....you are born alone...crying, numb, clueless...and then you are introduced to relations, close and afar...you make friends and the almighty is promised to be your companion at all times in all sorts of ways.
Relations change....metamorphosise into things you never knew they could turn into....the ones that don't also have their timeline and if not individuals the relations are consumed by the hunger of time....friends and companions follow suit. Lovers come and lovers go....professing undying and eternal love they walk in and out as if life is nothing but a stage and we are people who are just to play perfect parts, not missing cues or dropping lines.
And then the final blow....you know even God ain't around....it hits you in the guts...where do you go? Wish to run? Where to but.... the outstretched arms that you saw in your rainbow dreams were just a mirage...an illusion....it is not just a feeling ofsomething sinking....but rather a rush of blood...your organs bleeding...losing precious blood by the second in unfathomable quantities and you know it instantly you are turing into a caricature of your self.
Promises so fake...relations that break...people with axes to grind....dead emotions numb mind....Is life beautiful? The answer my friend is for you to find....
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random thoughts, often not moving in a well defined and singular flow but nevertheless ideas that take pride in the fact that they are forward linkages of other ideas.
People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. - Calvin
2 comments:
Chill.
No tension :)
Yup, it is......but in phases, we live another day hoping the next would be better. Days come, days go and some times those hapless phases take a toll on you. But there is always light after the night passes by. New hopes, new dreams, new smiles await you at the end of the road.....all you need to do is to walk this little gloomy patch. Next time, round just smile and tell yourself that this too will pass.
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