Memories


Life is an ocean full of twists and turns
An endless journey filled with painful churns
The route is hidden and there is no map
Where we go round and round till the final nap.

Then we realize that there is no finish
but to keep travelling without any blemish
A deeper meaning bids us to be happy
A noble purpose but it is not so easy.

For happiness, we need comfort and love
which we look for in a chosen few
There starts what we call ‘Friendship’
Our ride for the voyage - The Unsinkable Ship

Within this friendship a web is cast
in which is stuck the memories of past,
day and day we ponder over it
falling deeper and faster into the pit.

But life is cruel and so are her devices
Time and space – those ever changing forces
The ship is gone
And the web is broken

Finally we are left with Memories
and that is all that matters

Life is such an unbelievable journey. No matter how hard you think or how deep you go, it never fails to surprise you. It is almost as unpredicatble as a humans themselves. No matter how good you think you know a person, a surprise is just around the corner. Probably all this is for the good. If we could decipher it so easily, we would have been bored out of our wits a long time ago. 

But it is also extremely frustrating. It is like sitting on a crowded train not knowing where we have reached or when the journey will end. It is highly irritating not knowing where, why, what, and when. People keep coming in and out of our lives. So we make friends, some we just observe with that casual look of curiosity. The better half will add to your frustration and leaves you wanting for that one or two people in whose company, you can loose yourselves. Those one or two people who will make the journey a tad bit more exciting and bearable. But alas! People are as unpredicatable as life. Suddenly you find the frustration levels increasing like a thermometer dipped in a boiling water. The journey has taken a back seat. It is all about the 1 or 2 people now. The purpose has been long last. We find ourselves thinking if the journey was made only so that we could have met them. At some point the train will stop. What matters then? 

I think the trick is to look out of the window little bit more.

Followers