I got up late today,merely 20 minutes to get ready before the bus had to come.Any how I did it and came back to office with the same mood of desuetude.The bus time I consider to have special 13 minutes of reverie where thoughts are quite gross and raw. I was thinking what if I would end up as nothing, with no achieved goals and no cherished supermoment. This is something that is not impossible and may happen to me. I may get the stroke of vacuum in my life. Life accomodates copious stories with some lessons, some grudges and some memories and every story seems quite different potending that at every stage of our lives we change and sometimes the change is big. Seeing others being so normal, unperturbed, quiet and progressive towards future I feel little bit like an outcaste having so many puzzles and a repulsion towards simplicities.
I was thinking of the faces whom I admire and adore, many from my families, some among my friends and few among new aquaintances. They all seemed simple and happy in my vision inviting me to join the pool of glee with them by stop thinking and listening to the mind chattering. The sinecure leaves me no choice but to give lift to all my hobbies and intrests but with them it is like a sympathetic attention without any justice. Everytime being a fatalist doesnt help to mainatin the patience when results and outcomes seem a consolence and fallacy.It dwindles and robs the confidence away for whatever strategy a person has to fight against theself created world of querries.
Sometimes life offers unpredictable happiness to gather and sweep inside the bag of strong and powerful memories which become the healer at times we are torn out of the fatigue offered by the same life. This may be a moment of friendship, a moment of love, a moment of laughter, a moment of applaud, a moment of care and a moment of affection.Moment passes and moments have passed,few and many which often stretch smiles along my lips in the times of spare. Nothing stays even when we wish hard to it.Time is sublime and hence we are under its doctrainaire.Reminders of time leave behind a trail of blurred vision like the only colourful stroke on the gray canvas.May the characters from past come alive and the times re appear and may I revive.
Sometimes life offers unpredictable happiness to gather and sweep inside the bag of strong and powerful memories which become the healer at times we are torn out of the fatigue offered by the same life. This may be a moment of friendship, a moment of love, a moment of laughter, a moment of applaud, a moment of care and a moment of affection.Moment passes and moments have passed,few and many which often stretch smiles along my lips in the times of spare. Nothing stays even when we wish hard to it.Time is sublime and hence we are under its doctrainaire.Reminders of time leave behind a trail of blurred vision like the only colourful stroke on the gray canvas.May the characters from past come alive and the times re appear and may I revive.
