Sorrow

Every movement is an effort. I try to move my legs and it hurts. I try to think and i cant. I try to eat but i cant find my appetite. My mind wakes up before my body does. It doesnt let me sleep early in the morning just as it keeps me awake late into the night. My eyes are dry...i cant cry anymore. My head hurts and the only time it stops is when im laughing. Am i going insane? The sound of music is the only thing that keeps me sane..................and alive. I look back and promise myself. I promise myslef that i shall never be weak again. Tomorrow is a new day after all, full of new things and life. And i promise myself that i shall get out of this hole. I promise my own dear self to take care of myself. Far long have i taken this abuse. And i promise myself that I shall give love but never take it. Coz that seems to be the root of all sorrow. I shall remember this promise all my life and keep it close to my heart. I promise!

Sunrise!!

A wandering soul i am....in joyous search of life. Every day brings new hopes, new possibilities. Let the world flow through me for iam all open. Im in my office working like death himself. Its a mindless toil with no purpose. It neither brings me joy nor sorrow. It only provides me the numbness of flow. The comforting numbness of the constant movement which is like a drug i cannot live without. Yet in a way iam the happiest person in the world. Iam like a child giggling as he holds something in his closed hands. A secret which he believes only he knows and is content with it. I return to my room from office and im singing and smiling all the way. Iam waiting for tomorrows sunrise and the beautifil light it brings. Tomorrow is a new day and im waiting for it already!!!

This life is an ocean. An ocean of experiences. An ocean of joys and an ocean of lessons. This is my story. This is my life. This is my ocean.