Phew!

So I just stumbled upon Just Write! from one of the fellow blogger whom I followed long back when I was pretty much active on a social bloggers group website. As my life turned out to be (yet again), I got tangled up within myself, and got out of touch from writing.



Today while I was surfing the net, somehow I felt this urge to connect with myself. I felt as if my life is spinning out of my control. Don't know why but I got reminded of the game, Sims. If you have played it, you would be aware of how to fulfill his daily needs like hunger, rest, work, relations etc otherwise its going to flash in red and you might end up losing him as a human. It is pretty much the situation I am into. Reflecting back on the last few years of my life, it will be an understatement if I call them lost. It feels a lot more. Just like the needs of the Sims, suddenly a barrage of needs cropped up and it became increasingly difficult to fulfill them. One of them is Writing.



I still remember the time when I joined a Writers Club blog on this very website. We were a group of around 10-12 people, from different parts of the country, just writing our hearts out. I must say, with utmost pride, it was one of the best periods for me where writing is concerned. There are times when you feel that your life is just perfect. It was one such times. I have written poems, prose, social issues, group views and what not. And just like a potter, yielding a beautiful model through the caress of his hands on the clay, I moulded my craft. And I was getting better at it. I never knew that there would be one day, when I would be writing after years. I always thought that I loved this act of yielding your heart out in the form of words and I will always continue to do so.



I don't know why I am writing what I am writing. I'm feeling bit strange and sour. Its like dusting off an old me. And its very weird. But again, I would like to thank Just Write! to atleast ignite the fervor in me with which I have written whatever I have written in the above paragraphs. Trust me, I have not even revisited even a single word that I have written above, so sorry if it hardly makes sense! I am just going to hit "Publish" the moment I reach the last word of this sentence! :D

The Real Journey

As the sun glows golden through the glass,
I think about life,
Where am I and how much have I travelled,
Through the broken roads of promises, faith and love,
Here am I and how much have I unravelled,
The damning puzzle of life and the God above.
 
Stranded on the cross road of dilemma, yet again,
I wonder,
Is the road correct or is the destination wrong,
Have I made my mark yet? Am I even strong?
 
And that is when I see someone dying,
Brothers mourning, sisters crying,
The world is not yet a better place, I think
Its a farce of actors of different face, I think.
 
And then I see the body getting burnt,
Hopes and Love becoming ash and dirt,
Who remembers what brand you wore,
There is a meaning to this life, a damn meaning thats a lot more.
 
It is nothing to do with the money you rake,
It is nothing to do with the image you fake,
It is all about the RESPECT you earned,
By the time, my friend, it is YOUR time to burn.  



PS: Dedicated to my grandmom whose demise last week left another void in my life. Your death also taught us lessons, just imagine how much we learnt from you when you were alive. May God kiss you a warm welcome to Heaven. RIP.