Handle with care!

"...there was a time when i could smile without any conditions; an unconditional smile.

....there was a time when i could visit a park and swing on the swing without any conflicts plaguing my mind; a conflict-less mind.

....there was a time when i would not just care for the world and just pass cards on the 1st of every year, take an opportunity to cherish life with colors on Holi, crackers in Diwali and a well-lit Christmas tree on the 25th of December; a care-free 'life-holic.'

But times changed and I am no exception.
I am just another you.
I too have been a victim of evolution and growth. I too, can no more be a kid unless i pretend to be one.


I'm 19 now, at the margin of my teenage life and i, like all of you, have a lot to carry forward from these 7 years (13-19). But yes, this time :

with conditions,
with conflicts,
and
with a tag floating right in-front of my eyes-



"This side up.Handle with care!"

The door of life : stepping out of the room !

[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.”

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.