[I'm not using poems here. They are just lines. Lines that i think, are necessary to season the writing and bring the flavour to the last line. I hope you feel them. ]
“Every moment is a curse, every curse is a disaster,
Every disaster is an end, and every end is a new beginning.”
“Every moment is a curse, every curse is a disaster,
Every disaster is an end, and every end is a new beginning.”
So many words to say, too little to write; still I managed to put my fingers on the keyboard and go ahead with a few lines.
“Every moment is a picture, every picture is an expression,
Every expression has a meaning and every meaning is a truth.”
Searching for the truth is one of the most tiring yet interesting jobs a person can afford to do. While lazy and patient hermits sit cross-legged, eyelids shut lips moving apparently in search of the divine, the truth;
yet some find it in the silliest of places.
“Every room has a corner, every corner starts a wall,
Every wall has an edge and the edge leads to the door.”
…a door that opens up to a thousand opportunities. The
individual crosses the door only to find a million more of them, only to
confuse himself, only to choke his arteries, and increase his pulse.
You step through the correct one, you still have a million more in-front of you. Step through a wrong one and you end up in darkness.
That’s the fallacy of the room- the room of life.
With expectations,
Vishal.
You step through the correct one, you still have a million more in-front of you. Step through a wrong one and you end up in darkness.
That’s the fallacy of the room- the room of life.
With expectations,
Vishal.
