thoughts

Common

It all started back in days of normality,
As it always does,
Something extraordinary or something,
Life changing happens to someone,
And people talk about it all day long.
But how would you treat an endless mind
Of thoughts and dreams created and yet again,
Shattered in frames of welcoming condolences in form of,
Another shot.
I believe each mind is capable and thus,
Each mind is noble,
We don’t have to be vigilantes against ourselves,
Maybe we could in the least try to adapt.
Human mind is a constant source of idea but,
How do we set it apart seemingly,
Sure we are engineers of future,
But are we any good enough with love of fellow humans?
It all started back in those normal days,
When I was walking along, minding my own business,
When a thought came to me,
And I put if off,
Again.
For years I have been struggling with a tag,
‘Common’ has been the word of my life,
And though each day I dream too big,
Each night I sleep alone,
Sharp at half past eight.

Contradiction(s)

Sometimes I feels so hollow, like everything that I have done stands for nothing- maybe a disgraceful recruitment to school of revenge. Life is often so endless, meaningless and a dirty vague expression; perhaps blotting ink on dull canvas and in there I am struck with a bunch of people I am bound to known and the rest that have known my taste along the road. Honestly I don’t judge them for I believe I have seen merely an inch of who they are- good or ugly but then again the voices within me contradicts through means of such assuring diplomacy and I may be often be deluded to its inconsistent beliefs.
I have chased inspiration from those who deceived as profound hope to humanity, those who brought life to dull atmosphere of what seemed to be concrete walls; pity I was always kept from the side of true bargain, the truth and the knowledge of something which could assist me access the loopholes and who knows- maybe something inauspicious?
Had I be not tamed to the pseudo-socio culture and its nexus of deliberate lies and unaccustomed events, I could have been better off today; atleast not struggling this way among mental contradictions.
I contradict myself too often and maybe that isn’t what most of you won’t like but truth be told honestly- it’s ever so refreshing as the dawn break in.

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Towards a new adventure

Some people say being impatient is good while some people oppose the same. Well rushing things over to see the maybe-better-future may for a while seem appealing. But the more you rest your mind on the subject in peace, you’ll figure out what’s wrong. The present is a gift, the past is irreversible and the future can only be assumed. One cannot waste moments of today to skip forward to the impatient future- good or bad. And as soon as we discover we cannot skip something and move on, we must seek to suck the better part of it.

Man is often irrational to his life. When at one particular stage, he wishes to be some other ‘he’ and yet the wants are never full filled. The morning rushes to catch pace with dusk and dusk to night and night to day. One cannot expect the morning to rush into night at once. It undergoes certain stages maybe for the best. The time when night meet day is often known as dawn and  though all the wait it puts up throughout the day, when you are out there staring at the sky change colors from velvety black to early orange with a hint of warm red, it all makes sense as to why.

One cannot let go of the sad part, he can only manipulate it to his own good. Each day is a new adventure and just when you know how- the adventure begins. 

CARPE DIEM