Time isn't the biggest healer. Time is an indifferent spectator , that keeps moving on in life , giving a deaf ear to the weeping wounds and the lives lost. However this nonchalance causes a stir in our emotions. We get a clearer picture, that Time, the only companion that we needed during the difficulties, is itself, oblivious of the memories carved. Then finally, we decide to shed our shadows of past,and just embrace the formation of new memories.
Time isn't the biggest healer. Time is an indifferent spectator , that keeps moving on in life , giving a deaf ear to the weeping wounds and the lives lost. However this nonchalance causes a stir in our emotions. We get a clearer picture, that Time, the only companion that we needed during the difficulties, is itself, oblivious of the memories carved. Then finally, we decide to shed our shadows of past,and just embrace the formation of new memories.
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Clouds Soar high up in the sky. They sketch distinct imagery of fascination, mystery perplexion, joy and gloom in our grey matter. A soothing sight to sore eyes is an apt description of clouds. Gushing clouds are phenomenal . A Rendevous of clouds and the rainbow, where the rainbow maneuvers across the fluff of clouds manifests the clarity of thoughts even when clouded with misty dilemma.
Clouds emote through variants of pigments. Purple , red ,Pink, grey and white . Sometimes the clouds are imbibed with a hue of orange,yellow,red,the colours are blended to drape the sky with a magnificient attire. Purple criss-cross of clouds hauls up animosity, fear and ill-will from our hearts, The criss-cross of the huffed sacks denotes an incessant turmoil that swirls up inside one's heart. The pink clouds could narrate a story of blossoming love, diffusing warmth, and probably a fantasy world with enchanting details of fairies and kingdoms of might. Red as the colour suggests is when love is in the air. Touching souls and leaving it's mark , moving on for a new embark. Red is invigorating and fulfilling. The tones of red are suggestive of flames ignited in the hearts of young souls. It also manifests the supressed volano of ire and wrath. The grey characer of clouds showcases the grim and shady side of the clouds. It also unfolds a mystery. Unravelling questions unanswered. Seeking answeres from our inner being. While looking up at the fused shades of grey, a feeling so abrupt and crisp pricks us. The murky overcast is a reminder of the darkness that blackens our soul. White is right. It imbues a sense of purity marked by virtue and sacredness. White is wholeness, integrity and unision. The colour white of the clouds depicts merging of different colours into one. The milky sky appears as a glistening surface, making one long to float and gloat. The furry sheep turns green with envy when it sees the cottony clouds. The rays find their direction and makes a pathway for us to follow in our lives. They point an arrow towards our destinations. They emanate from sun, and rejuvenate each and every being with their glory and splendor. The froth bubbles are analogous to the thought clouds that instantaneously pop in our heads. These thought clouds burst and shower ingeniuous ideas. The compressible foamballs are like our emotions that we supress and suffocate. Rains are harbringers of merriment and rejoice. The feelings serving as a source of perturbation should not be choked, instead vented. Tears might flow, but eventually their departure marks the arrival of strength and courage, Clouds are a safe haven for angels. They are eternally on cloud nine.They recline on the puffy pillows and the cushioned beds. Wrap themselves with the wooly quilt and enter into a deep slumber. Mushy and mellow clouds are a relief to the flying wanderers seeking refuge. Infused vibrancy of chromes instill, a tint of vitalty, and breathes a new life. The cloudy world appears panoramic. Velvety vales are carved beautifully, majestic mountains mount with might , lyrical lakes flow with a melody so pleasent , surreal sea extends to immeasurable boundaries . Each and every aspect is remarkably a sight that heals wounds and alleviates suffering. It is a grandeur palace for the celestial beings. Its a masterpiece of god. It Functions to sprinkle chunks of bliss and exaltation. It's hard to beleive that somebody we trusted
Now shares a bond with us that's rusted Even the remnants of comradery are superficial And earlier every miniature gibberish seemed crucial. The promises made and the vows taken shone like the moon Now the memories are preserved in the melody of melancholy croon The presence of selfless and everlasting love Flies away into the mushy clouds like a dove The tree of friendship that had it's roots thick Even a phone call now renders our muscles a crick Each moment contributed to the relation like a droplet does to a river But now the emptiness of the void carved causes a shiver The cherishable time spent over a coffee mug now seems like the past never to be dug The amiability that completed us as a whole Now, causes a turmoil in our very soul. Life previously brimmed with a vibrant zest. But Now even the slightest approach reflects a test The sentiment of togetherness showcased a sparkling zeal The accusations and the disgrace delivers a wound without heal. The realization triggers a hurricane of grief However the acceptance fills us with contentment and relief The jarring words are like arrows that are shot But Life is a battle that has to be fought. Life is a priceless boon bestowed upon by god So being wise is embracing things with a nod The misfortunes should not mould the forehead marked by wrinkles Because there is hope that twinkles. Associations turn grave And their attachment is something that we crave However like a coin has two sides Therefore the need of the hour is to take new strides There are gems disguised as people who soak away our pain Safe-guarding every possibility that grants us a gain They are people without possession of a double-face. They cheer us throughout our life to win the ultimate race. The notion of a trotting table, a chattering televison or perhaps a slithering carpet brims our grey matter with surrealistic panorama . But what if this fanciful and bizzare imagery zaps into vivid realism ? What if the abstract quality of such pacing contemplations evaporate ? And what if the inconceivable thoughts get draped into tangibility?
The very idea of existing in such a world is enchanting and it undoubtedly captivates our soul . Our mundane lifestyles would witness a tower tall upheavel .The objects that budged with moderate press on the remote control or a teeny click on the switch board would now be masters of their own actions. They would no longer be slaves of oppression and domination.This would be an exemplification of a system where the authoritarianism is superseded by liberization. By overthrowing subjugation and taming their owners they will materialize the world literally. The objects of servitude would hammer the chains that had set rules and imposed layers of orders on them . Tubelights would flicker with exuberance. The fridge would not give a green signal for pacifying the inflamed edibles and will render them rancid . These objects would stop dancing to the tunes of mortals. The infuriated invertors will invert their habits and lead to no conversion of power. The mirrors would outshine their owners ,and gloat with crystal clear appearance. The boundaries would themselves squash the boundations like miniature bugs by promoting encroachment. The unamnimated will take over the glories of animated world. They would bear a name tag on their skins and sleek coats in order to keep up with their animate counterparts, so that no stones are left unturned. His or her will be downsized and "It" be the buzz of the society. The "It" trend will step into the shoes of gender biasing. The see-saw of "him" and "her" that varied according to the side that was elevated will fall down flat on it's face. Nomenclature would be widely acclaimed and adopted by the objects. The door would call itself the dangling dork. The fridge would be called as the finicky freezer. a cold shoulder will be all that humans would anticipate from the previously friendly fridge. The cooker will boil with rage whenever the lid is rendered even the slightest of touch. It would always create an atmosphere of suspicion spreading the aroma of doubt hither and tither, and instilling the feeling that something is cooking . It would be infamously called the cranky crook. The tickety-tock and the clickety clack would be produced with a diminishing frequency. The tables will turn upside down literally, and they will forbid the touch of any creatural belonging. The belt will not hold up the protuding tummy anymore, and will proudly call itself the haughty holder. The curtains will curtail their attachment , and will no longer be an article of drab and drag. Henceforth they will be called as the conniving covers. Such a world will make us gape with astonishment. The advancement of such a world would mould the planet where humans will endure inhumanity. Objects are qualified as inanimate and they are designed to comply with our demands and directions. Their is a bond of support that stands firm like a pillar between the animate and inanimate. Our tasks attain accomplishments by virtue of these disguised helpers. We should learn to revere these objects. Valuing the valuables is the duty that should be undertaken by us. According to Newton's third law every action has an opposite and equal reaction. Therefore, disrespecting the obejcts , and misusing them, will inturn jarr our progress. There is a thin line between ego and esteem. Ego is the stepping stone to narcissism , while alter-ego is sheer closeness in friendship. Sometimes demarcation between the two becomes a formidable task to accomplish. Human behavior can be associated well with territories. Territories are prized possessions of their respective owners, and any transgression renders a feud. Now similarly, each human is unparalleled, when it comes to their attributes. No two individuals can be of twin characteristics, the differences are evident on the exterior and interior both. People do not like to be questioned about why they are behaving in a way that seems wrong to others, because that is their nature,and they do not want to change it. Superficial beaming is a gesture , when the concept of alter-ego is non existent. And heartfelt happiness is a sentiment, experienced in true friendship, where barricades of ego are put aside, and a companionship is intercalated to radiate warmth and credibility.
The differences and similarities of two individuals, if blended in equal proportions can lead to a blooming comradery, however if quantified wrongly, an imbalance prevails and ,a vengeful rivalry is bound to consummate. The animated prattle changes it’s nature to a murky lull .The relation becomes akin to stretched rubber. The amicable gestures are reduced to contorted expressions. The fort of amiability crumbles into an estranged demeanor. A fumbling discourse takes place, where thoughts are churned and processed in a machine like manner, delivered in a monotonous tone. Each other’s presence becomes painful like thorns of a rose. The rose which was earlier personified as blossoming companionship now serves as a symbol of affliction. The survival of friendship hangs by a thread. A single erroneous movement , and bang on ,the dart hits the target of animosity and hatred. This marks the victory of ego over alter-ego. Ego is a part of our existence, however if Ego becomes our existence then the harbingers of loyalty,faithfulness and concordance stop, visiting mankind. The fruits of the precious and delicate bond, turn sour. SUGAR-COATEDNESS was never predominant, but now every single morsel of sweetness wanes away like the moon. The boat that sailed smoothly earlier, now takes a sharp turn and abruptly gets off course. It is destined to succumb to the currents or sail right through the unnerving and daunting waves, the endeavors to withstand the menacing currents is the conclusive factor. And they infer that whether the ship of friendship has sailed triumphantly, or has sunk into the fathomless sea of despair, grudges and ill-will. We confide in our alter ego, because our closest companions become confidantes after earning our confidence. Our deepest secrets, our fears capable of giving us goose-bumps, our strengths and weaknesses are now well comprehended by our trustworthy aides. However, when the fire of misunderstanding is ignited in the hearts of friends, then a fiery battle between ego and alter-ego commences. Words are shot like arrows. We tend to take each other’s weaknesses for granted. Touching one’s underbelly ,is like opening Pandora’s box and soliciting the spiteful demons. Friendship is a maze, which can be be easily solved by putting two and two together, that is , by mutual ” l “and “e” contract. Listening , lecturing, entrusting and endearing. It is a mystery of underlying sentiments that can be unraveled by jovial mateyness, open arms and selfless motives. Annihilation of the very foundation of this prestigious building renders a double whammy, loss of both the person and the relation creating a void incapable of being filled. Relationships should begin with a friendly footing, without haste, since it renders waste. Getting to know each other should be a sluggish movement, as this gradually accelerates the interlocking, and imbibes congeniality. Ego and alter-ego are both black and white respectively. The colour black absorbs all the vibrancy of our lives while white reflects the wavelengths of happiness. At times, when the key of the golden locker of friendship is handed over to ego, vanity supersedes all kind gestures, causing distress and grief. Looking back with a thought that things will fall in the right place, is painstaking, it seems like a victory unachievable, however, we cannot prophesize, since destiny grapples our life, and turns it according to our actions and not wishful thinking. So the ray of hope should always be kept rejuvenated. Ego and Alter- ego are synonymous with the Chinese symbol of Yin and yang, instead of complementing and fulfilling each other, like light and shadow ,they become contrasting characters, like fire and water, having a cut-throat war just like adversaries. Forging relationships is like smoldering our lives with the charcoal of fraud. Essence of living life is having relationships worthy of cherishing . Friendship is being lunatic , going berserk, making a monkey out of ones self infront of each other, having fun at each other’s expense, being a victim of mockery, serving as the venting and vending machine both . We humans with our alter-egos define the epitome of friendship. Life is too short to sow seeds of hatred . Hatching wicked plans , muttering in a stifled tone against the friend turned foe is like digging a hole in one’s own delight. Short term sadistic pleasures construct long term malice and wreck the walls of humanity. Practicality is practically everywhere. We tend to drown our mind and soul in the well of guilt, and cleansing the soul becomes a far fetched desire. Therefore sensibility lies in burying hatchets. Life is all about giving, it is about mutual insight of viewpoints, and comprehension of feelings. Life should be a lyrical melody, and not a composition of sardonic verses. Memories are sometimes embodied as everlasting comrades. They bridge the gap between past and present. Memories sew the ripped soul, by weaving threads of attachment and detachment . Memories fill our hearts with cherishable moments, and replenish our very soul when, destiny starts painting our lives grey. Memories are saviours. Memories are our sole companians till death. Even when we breathe our last ,it is memories that flash infront of our eyes, giving us an account of who we were, what we gained and what we lost in this lifetime. These memories cease to fade, even after a beloved departs, memories fill the gap and make our existence worthwhile. We are not willing to let go of these glittering jewels, because they cause our eyes and hearts to sparkle and gleam. The same jewels ,start hurting our eyes causing tears to flow down, when they are intense. They are uninvited , when we want to move on to the road of recovery. These memories invade our thoughts, and drag us back into the bleak past . Recollections of the past can be ghastly, causing a chill down the spine. The dreams that we want to watch with our eyes wide open are scarred by the excruciating past. Hence the compelling negativity carves out chasms of dejection, supression and remorse converting the “once” pleasant dreams into loathsome nightmares. These nightmares are nefarious and they camoflauge themselves into sleep. Sleep that was previously longed for, now becomes a matter of dread and anguish. We fear to step in deep sleep, as we know that the moment we shut our eyelids , the phantom will reveal it’s true identity and wrap us in a blanket of shivery and appaling imagery. Our hands are bereft of movement and our whole body is paralyzed to become unruffled ice. We are driven by a grim force into the abyss of self-conflicting realities and enchanting imagination. Memories,sometimes so powerful are capable of, mindboggling. Our emotions are seized by the vivid and blatant memories. Our mind and heart are overwhelmed, and they are maneuvered subconsciously by the reins of blazing recollections. The memories take different forms and appear to be sharp and sometimes hazy. Now since they are fully capable of blurring our bird’s eye view, they attimes render us helpless and forlorn, and provoke us into taking wrong steps, that cannot be mended. When this takes place ,time and again, we are not able to distinguish between the contending world of memories and the real world. We wish to dwell in the former. While doing so, we enter into a fascinating dream, and suddenly when a gushing breeze touches our face , making a wisp of hair fall on our face, we open our eyes to realize that we were living in denial. Therefore, we need to splash our face with droplets of reality to rinse the dustladen memories. The dilemma in choosing the real and imaginary world, makes us a person of wisdom and virtue .Endurance and ignorance are two pillars of strength that help us in coming to terms with ACCEPTANCE. |
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