When the prose is dead, what drives your soul .. when the poetry fails and the soul adumbrates, what, then is the food for your skirmishes?
Do you wish to lie low and cry or do you wish to fly high above the tears and all the fears ?
Does it always happen with a reason that you stoop to the levels unimaginaed by the constitution of your being and then, is this act of anti-act of anti everything you want to be and desire, fructuous ???
I cannot say more than what I can believe that life can be as daunting as rewarding and it perhaps helps us to know the candor of life, which reveals itself once all the struggles are over .
But finding this jest and upholding its virtues are two things different , the later requires the girth made of true being , something hard to find in this place , it has always been hard to find this valour in all times. Yet to know what the enigmas are , the rules remain unchanged over the aeons , unchanged but fiercely subtle nonetheless. Maybe when the light fails to show , it is this desire to find light that keeps the sailor alive and all this transcends to a level which we cannot even define in its broadest of terms. It rests closly with happiness and contentment and all the things alike, but then to know what these are, one has to spin the wheel of its antis .. otherwise how would one know what happiness is ? In-order to know the crescendo of one you need the approximation of another.
Yet the question remiains as tenaciously tall as it can be
What drives ones soul should the jest of life dies ??
For I am in this very moment where things seem nefarious enough.
Yes, I seek happiness and contentment, but I seek at wrong places , and it all rests on a precarious ground of maybe, maybe not.
I know and it holds true for times immemorial that the biggest and the most baffaling questions have the most obvious and trifle of answers
yet thats what makes this difficult to extreme,
I know I will find it
and yes strange that it may seem
I am enjoying this ,
because I have cloaked this anomlie into an enquiry
maybe thats what it is .. an enquiry...
An enquiry which can germinate curiosity into a mind whose essence is to know ..
and yes tommrrow is another day
life also dwells on this fact too
dont you think so ??
Nov, 2007