Random Scribbles

~Few years back I longed for many things in life. Little by little as they came to me I gained a closure towards them. I saw and felt what they look like and soon I found a steady incision running down to separate what I now have and what I now want. Funny that the gritty roads we have covered with great efforts had their own vicious purpose. They were abrasive to those precious dreams we made sure, were with us, all the time we were walking. The dreams made the rucksack heavy and weighed it down. Gradually the pebbles have withered them. Like a wilted flower in yellow they smell stale now. Our will gave us the strength to put in effort but took from us the eyes to admire wealth when we recline. The gorge now formed is relentlessly deep. And in all the lusterless sordid forms which the gold has now taken, I place my hand and move it listlessly. Tangibility is the only good thing in these fading hues. It reminds that these are something even if nothing. Meaning is transient and variable. Fortunately it has forbidden itself from being abstract.  With the little sand held in our fist we all resolve to take the tests again. If folly was a felony, I guess we all would have been a lot less tired.~





~For once journey was not pointless. It took me out of a place where vision was sacrificed and brought me before a sunset of rare clarity. The cacophony left behind is faint now. I feel saner, more at peace. The people at my old abode speak loudly of how selfish I have been. They hardly forgive and never forget. But the vices they have piled up for me now stand stupefied before a rare delight I am about to approach. Accuses never help and more often they build tricky getaways beside them. I have found them. So I can only advance now.~