Trust is a must or foundation covered with rust ? Is it nonsensical to go about doing the same job of entrusting someone else ? Or is it logical, Because we need not block our opinions owing to few hard hitting betrayals.
The dream I awoke to, wrecked my senses and seized my soul,
The illusionary incubus was deadlier than a grimly boogieman with a protruding mole ,
The picture was darker than any movie theatre and it moved incessantly
And the familiar characters were subjected to tribulations non-hesitantly.
Despite the pitch-black emptiness, the gory filled it with pigments of suppressed squeaks and muffled cries,
The magnet of this ominous sequence extracts every chunk of defense, thus unarming our countless tries
It was an ordeal that prevailed my wholeness, even after I encountered reality,
The underlying plot that the mind had hatched unfailingly marred the mentality, rendering a paralyzed spirituality,
Mind is shrewd player and it gloats in its intricate monopoly ,
The heart churning and ruthless games can't be granted even a bitsy apology ,
With the twists and turns that grate our sense and sensibility ,
The ulterior motive of the mind dilutes existing combating ability ,
The emotions are rattled and the sentiments are wrenched ,
When the people in the destructive imagery are battered and bloody drenched.
I yearn to wrestle with the surging waves of ugliness, and pin them down,
So that I slide peacefully in the blanketing slumber, and wear a victorious crown
It is more important to be a part of someone's life , rather than being the most important person in his or her life. A part constitutes a whole. A fragmental contribution to the person's life, makes it worthwhile, and he or she considers you to be an integral segment, without which they are incomplete. Their should not be two halves that unite to form a whole soul. Rather there should be people who, add on to the value of life that pertains to their dear ones. Each of them , the people involved are fundamental in consolidating our soul. However dedicating life to just one person, is not justifiable. This means that there is a surge of dependency from either one side or the feeling is mutual. There should not be that one person around whom our existence revolves. The quality of being loved or giving love just fades away like the waning moon. There is no smoothness left in the relation, and the space between the two individuals seems less always. So to fulfill the lack of interest and passion, the distance eventually increases in the name of giving space to each other. In time the space engulfs the individuals, and there are two rooms where the emotions become nothing but superficial. There is nothing left that can perk up the sulky demeanour, there are no colours that can brighten up the essence of being with each other. The greyness of the mood, consumes the soul, and then there is no looking back. There is nobody to look back at. That ONE person was your life, but now there's nobody and hence an emptiness is all that is left.
Writing is a phenomenal medium of expression and impression. It's my way of penning down life in bits and pieces. Also for me it's a way of emoting my heartfelt sentiments. I hope to evoke the most honest thoughts that run in my head .