I am emotionally contaminated these
days. The bone marrow of my happiness cells has lost its immune resistance to
these mundane psychological upheavals making me endure an inevitable
mental osteoporosis.
The strings of my work fail to vibrate, let alone produce music. The arrows of my dream start missing the goal despite
giving my best shots. My work in any way isn’t moving well.
Initially, I was sceptical about screening the
latest movie of truth in the hall of this page today. But here I begin, the song of alethiology.
When the colours of my hopes turn pale
and I run the race without solutions, I see myself as the last piece of an
extinct species that slogan to be a missing link. And at that epoch of time, I
find no tribe of my kind around which ultimately widens the circumference of
dissimilarity.
The truth lens |
I have heard people say that they see colours in my life which can weave into a rainbow of my own, but that rainbow
lacks the typical VIBGYOR taste.
They talk of many alphabets in the
rosary of my expressions that can craft a beautiful meaning in my own lines but
that meaning suffers from a serious opaque syndrome.
I have heard them say I have eagle
feathers in the wings of my struggle to help me soar high with might in my life,
but those wings could not flip to conquer the gravity of failure in every
attempt.
I
was told that I have cotton-made palms that can soften the neighbour around on
every touch, but that cotton never insulated from the coldness of our strained relations.
I
was informed that I have the charismatic shape of a smile that can open others'
bank of happiness on every stretch, but that shape lacked enough currency to
invest others in broadening their facial muscles.
Things aren’t working well
these days. This is true. I saw this truth from my own lens.
I am walking in the
wildest desert of confusion. I am diving into the deepest ocean of bewilderment. I
am basking under the sun of disorientation.
"These are hard time but will pass soon." those words helped me to wait patiently for 'soon' to come. Hope your 'soon' will arrive soon, until then cling on life without losing hope. Nothing is permanent, so is your hard time. Cheers and best of luck.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading my lines. I am with you, hoping for this "soon" to come soon. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI was once confused with my life... and someone said to me, " And there's more to life" which would become the title of my blog and today, more than anything, i have picked up myself so well and doing good...so far...cheers....at the end of the tunnel, there's always a light
ReplyDeleteSir sogyel, i wish to walk the same tunnel like you and see the light at its far end.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments.
It means, alot for me.