Eluding Tranquil

Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much  To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek Lonely can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak  Lonely can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud Lonely surrounds you when you’re alone or finds you in a crowd Lonely is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend Lonely penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end Lonely will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart Lonely stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart

how is the song of a nightingale different from the screeching of a crow, if there's no one to hear. and then, what difference would it make to a skulk, whether a vulture screams, or a lion roars, unless it smells food. the eye is as important as the vision it beholds. to discern the meaning between copper and gold. what would an ape know, about flowers and fruits and snow. only we humans are with rational mind bestowed, to rise above the animal instinct of preservation and production. but why trees stand along with girdles of steel, is still a something of a puzzle. why a child's impulse is virtue and innocence, and a grown up's is greed and wrong. why we abstain from the right, when we know what is wrong. why we emphasise on what is there, when we can create what is not in sight.

the tear drops fell from heaven above, and God cried with me. the sun shook away the black hide of clouds, and tried to smile with me. the wind blew around my cheeks, to wipe away those tears. a butterfly danced around me, trying to shove away the fears. the green sea reached out its hands, thousands of waves of the sea. they swept my feet and danced around them to cheer up the dear old me. the heart wept for what it'd lost, the soul laughed for what it found. remorse and guilt played around my heart with sadness inside abound. the mind woke from its shocked slumber, and sent me whirling around. it made me see the brighter side of things, and all which I had found. I turned my back on the callings of reason, and dipped my heart in that whirl of emotions. I wanted to forget the bright and the positive, and dwelve in the sorrow of the past. I wanted to relive those moments of happiness, now consigned to the past. again..the heart felt empty half way through writing this..like it happ...

today's a new day.. and i gotta do things.. gotta get rid of d dusty old pictures of my school days' flings.. gotta put up dat poster of michael, up on d wall.. got a new day to live, and i wanna live it all.. no more coke n stuff and smoke n shit.. no more puking after drinkin.. no more dying dis slow death.. no more wasting my life.. no more agony and pain, i want none of dis strife.. today's a new day, and i gotta do things.. hv to call my mom and tell her that i'll change things.. hv to see wt college i cn go to, wt work i can find.. hv to work my way out of dis bind.. to see back the things i did and the pain i caused, all the ppl i hurt who js luvd me,dats all.. my apologies, my thanks, now i know better.. js felt like writing this..couldn't complete it though..

come down from the cloudy dreams, come down.. don't live in someone else's eyes, find the world in your own.. don't ask what others have to say judge on your own.. don't live life in other's dreams, make your's a one of its own..

the mournful silence of the unshed tears, in that night of stars, reached out and held me still within the bars of that grotesque cage. the longing nights of love and hate and that purity of the heart were all that i had with myself within that grotesque cage. gusts of wind swept beside me as i lay there alone. thoughts of those who were, once, around me were all that which in my eyes shone. futility of actions, when you are made to believe in right and wrong, is something only god can do. for only he can be cruel. even when on his path you are, you believe you do. the wrong we despise, and the right we praise, are but the turns we give to the wheel of our life. and they become the moorings posts to which our life's ship gets tied to, when there are troubled waters. they become the twinkling stars of the lonely night when we tread the soft sands of the lost times. for these rights and wrongs bring happiness and suffering, at least that's what we believe. they become the everyda...

i know not now what treasures are hidden in the folds of life. what monsters and creatures wait for me that will cause me strife. the lamp of knowledge brought me so far, bravery must now take ahead. for i can't take the trodden path that others before have do. i must make my own road for others to follow to. but let not confidence muddle my head, my mind must be careful and alert before a step is tread. for the air is filled with the screams and shouts of the bashful souls, that ran ahead with all their might without judgement guiding their toes. but i will err, that i know. and i will learn from these. but i want to make them of my own; my own decisions that fail. for it's my life and what to do of it is my choice to make.