Daily Life

Daily life is now nothing more than a battle to fight for my future...in everytime, it was like that..nobody lives for today....i am not unlike anyother one...when will this mindset gets a change? All i can tell is the agonies i faced today, for tomorrow..what happens tomorrow? even with basic amenities assured for all our future days, we are all trying to improve our living conditions better day after day, and we know the result is global warming, sulphur rain, depletion in ozone layer, environmental pollution, imbalance in ecosystem, so on and on..Man improves by making himself to live in a dangerous tomorrow..

" Concentrate on daily life " - will reduce half of the environment problems..You may have theories, examples, and proven things to make me down...what i wrote is my own opinion, though i never practise it..

Shadows...what they portray???

She left so soon..but her shadow prevails..
Shadows..come in ...to fill my days with happiness
i assume her in those drawings of the heavenly bodies..
they created you for my vacant moods..
to fill my thoughts with your face..

Sometimes as i look at you, your shadow grows ..
the sun sets that time...to create a personal space..
but u vanish along with the sun..to untune me..,
from all my comforts and composures...

all in a moment, i become upset..
but those facts of rising sun and setting sun..
again brings happiness to my mind..
for me, Shadows portay you, my love!!!

have i done anything that i loved to do??? from the days that i can remember, i started doing things as per others' wish...(they may say that i reached a safe position in mylife owing to that)...started learning alphabets, numbers, theories, derivations, circuits...assignments and exams...projects and trainings...the saga continues...till now, i havent done anything which ails my mental stress..the stress that came up as a repercussion of those things which i enlisted before...all that i loved was her..and she ended up with someone...
all are bringing tears into my mind.. the loss of my childhood...my adolescence...my love... the advent of a new era, where machines controlling the mind of humans..everyone has only one motiff..to make more and more money..accumulate as much as he can before he goes off to kiss the mother earth...all are shams...neither a one can be trusted to the core, for you may not know when he stabs you from behind..i may be belying with my personality...see, i am also a human who want others to agree with what i think, or what i represent..i am not a true(not even to the margin) representation of what i am..i am also feigning, for what others like to hear from me..i am not loving anyone today, since all that i loved cannot be possessed anymore...and nothing is there to achieve for myself... but i have to pretend, else i may turn insane to others...!!!

Days are flying by ..without any thoughts..any dreams...too mechanical life seems to be now...now happy that, some time ago i spent somedays somewhere for the love i had...and today also, all i love are those moments which i spent for that...where nothing, but love was only there in my mind....!!!

 

pondering over the meaninglessness and brevity of life

what am i ? was a drop of semen, years ago..before that..i dont remember...its going to be 30 years now...how long i lived..only for 30..where i was before? i wonder over these little things..did i struggle, raced, fought with my brother and sister sperms,to evolve into the form that i am now...where did they all go? did they die? dubious am i..am i existing, or is this a dream? who decided for this life? When did i know that i am existing? when did i start learning that i am also a human...over the course of childhood, i didnt have the time to think about this..i had lotta other things to do at that time...i was full of energy...now, reached a point where i am of no use..a stalemate..Life is a cul-de-sac, a blind alley..i cant go back to any of the stages which i passed over these years..there is inertia for me to go with the time , but time doesnt have that..
somebody said that time is a healer, a great doctor...but, an era passed by..still those wounds are not healed...i dont have any wounds though, i am already dead...brain already and now mind too..
those who failed to know me, will tell i am playing posum..nope, i am dead...i am no different than that single drop of semen from where i shaped out..have not much difference now, other than in shape...Amen!!!