Tuesday 29 January 2013

When whispers are unheard...

Words seem so hollow, gestures futile...
Time flies by with no regard for what I might be losing on the way. It wouldn't slow down, wouldn't let me take a breather.
The once familiar faces are somewhat blurred now; the gentle voices fading away. Those who wanted to be part of the days to come, have been ripped away by the merciless hands of ego and foolishness; yet have somehow managed to remain in memories. And the shadows of the ones who were never there haunt me at night and will continue to do so.
Life is playing its crazy, mindless games, showing an occasional ray of light and snatching it away before one can blink. The sweet murmurs that once were, sound like howls of infuriated wind blowing angrily at night. Tenderness in eyes has now been replaced with two gold flecks of hatred cloaked by indifference. It's almost as if they were always strangers; never together.
What does one really want? Is it different for everyone, or is there a similar need inherent inside each one of us? How can we tell when there's a perfect match? How can we tell when we are chasing fast disappearing shadows? Are they ever meant to slow down for us or will they continue their pace? And what about the ones we have left behind? What if there was no justification for that?
Life has become a huge box that is full to its brim with questions. I wonder what all will be lost on the way while I seek the answers to those...

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  2. This is fabulous writing...

    Such is life, we are presented with scenarios every day which we need to decode and understand, but most of them just slip away into the shadows of our lives... and as you put it aptly, they are fast disappearing. But being human some of us will spend our entire lives seeking and trying to find answers... Magnificent write.

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