"LIFE" looks
tired and exhausted. The charm, the smile, the promise of the happiness looks
superficial to the stare which tells the emptiness, the exhaustion. Too much
might have happened or waiting to happen to celebrate life in the spirit it
used to be. The uncharacteristic calmness, the unpredictability, the unspoken
words speaks of the battered soul. The price paid to live has taken its toll.
The fear of losing the true spirit, the essence of being the individual, lurks
around.
"LIFE" is not a
poetry. It is an essay still waiting for the fulfillment. In this global stage
the act to remain oneself gets increasingly difficult and at times intolerable
amidst the glitters (and also lack of it) around. The inquisitiveness of the
insensitive world irritates and hurts. Being nice to world does not help but
neither does arrogance. The political correctness, the patience is time and
again tested by the profit merchants. In a situation where the results are more
likely to be damaging how does "LIFE" go on, how will "LIFE be LIFE",
perhaps time will tell.
The inspiration
threatens to die down, but the fight to go on has to be there. Tormented "LIFE" and wounded soul will not be healed by the ruthless society. The world will not
be a better place to live, the tears must dry down as the promise to move
forward must survive. The feeling to break free might not materialize but it
will steer the ship forward in search of the eternal bliss.
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