Sunday, September 26, 2010

Point Blank

Sometimes you dont know what you are feeling anymore coz you are numb. What is the point when you think its pointless. Is it the time you feel let down? Is it the time when you give up on yourself? or give up on someone else? Is it the time you feel like not reacting? Is it the time when you become indifferent?

I feel when you feel nothing, thats when there is no point. When you are no longer surprised at what is happening, but left with a few bursts of emotions and tears here and there, just at the way it's happening. When you don't want to get back but sit back. Watch how far and how low it's gonna go. How much farther the wheel will drag before you see it wobble. It's the time you withdraw and surrender, be a silent spectator knowing something is slipping and you cant do anything about it. When you don't love. When you don't hate. When you just shrug. When you care no more. Then its pointless.

Its like being in a cinema hall, when you notice for the first time how the red EXIT sign at the door is when the movie is about to end. When you wonder if it was always this red and you were too distracted by the movie to notice it. That's the point to get up and go because its pointless.

pointless-ly yours,
Faded Glory

Monday, September 13, 2010

Keep Walking

All these years life has taught me by staring in my face. Whatever you want most, is always just two small steps away. It seems so close yet that little distance seems far. Yet, its always just at a arms distance, little ahead of you. Just a little away. You feel it's within reach, there it is, just two steps more and i'll be there, just a little push, a little stretch and i'll have it in my grasp. And by the time you finally get there or it lands in your grasp, either you no longer want it or you are not happy about reaching there or you have found something new to want which is again, just two steps away, always two steps away.

That's how you go on, that's how life goes on.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Sleepless in Seattle

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above

Know that you arent alone
The whole world shares your tears
Some for two nights or one
And some for all their years

- Vikram Seth