Threads of time...

He is very disturbed today ... missing his late father with saddened heart and moistened eyes... the only shoulder he could lean on in these trying times ... At times he wonders would there be any other soul on this planet so much alone and so much ignored ? His smiles covers his broken and scared heart so well that no one would come to see the torrents of tears flowing inside his bossom. He has been deceived, ridiculed ,exploited and deserted by the very souls whom he gave his best moments and un-restrained love. It would have been so easy and absolutely normal for him to despise those people , hurt them and take revenge. But he chose not to do so ,bowing out and gradually moved away with no remorse. He still prays for them, their happiness and longievity.

Fighting within himself with himself to not to be defeated by any onslaught . Perhaps no one understood him and no one wanted to hold his hand except one soul who departed long ago. Today sitting in the confines of four walls all alone he is again preparing himself to embrace what his fate has presented him. Yet another deluge of unfairness from least expected quarters coming one after another. He has been carrying these heavy loads of pains and isolation for too long. Those around him would not wanna hear and he wouldn't even share with those casual ears. There is upheaval inside which hasn't let him sleep for decades, constantly on the rise like a tsunami with only one mission - destruction of his benign spirit. There are those he wouldn't wanna get effected by this rising wave,so deceived ,they are taking things at ease. And there are other who have already deserted this perhaps soon to be sunken ship, building their nest elsewhere.

Will he succumb or will he survive only the playwriter knows. As for him , he is perineal wanderer or a voyager on the move yet again to find a distant shore before life dawns on him. Trying to gather and clutch onto his fading dreams ,all he sees is impression of two feets moving strenuously on sands of time , long distances to cover with no shade in sight , bellowing wind wiping away the foot prints behind, moving forward is the only option.

Labels: Foot Prints..