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Aug 19, 2010
Makes no sense to me...
Behind the mask, the beautiful face casts its radiant smile, blinding and scorching the very essence of the bearer and causing a shudder to the observer. Yet, the beauty enchants and forces the embrace that turns into shackles that cannot be broken by mere whim or by the force of iron, for the shackles are not physical restraints but rather the ramifications of the imaginary locks on the thoughts of the mind. Pray, tell, how can one fight this? Should one endure this pain? Need not, it is just a simple solution of making oneself happy – like the “Expecto patronum!” charm against the dementors. Yet, it is so difficult to be happy, when one chooses to wallow in the never ending pits of one’s own selfishness and other’s self-centredness! Night grows into a day. As the hidden masks wear off and the light scatters the darkness around, few lives are stumbled into the darkness, those that spring to life in the darkest hour of the day. In the closed walls of the house, the demons of the lust embrace the insecurities that spur from the need of dominion and unleash their cruelty on to the weaker hearts – the demons enjoying the pain and pleasure alike. A welt or a lash, both pain as such, but the true hurt comes from the cold shoulders of the one you love. How easy it is that one forgets the journey to a destination, alas, is it not the race run than the race won that makes the win memorable, yet, the race run is always masked by the moment’s glory. How sad can that be? Sadder still, the paths covered with the tears are now covered with the flakes of snow – the snow caused by the coldness of the travellers! Perhaps, by now, the paths of the earth should have been filled with snow everywhere – making it difficult to breathe. Since it is otherwise, may be there are kinder folks, and happiness around, where the sun shines brightest and the rains come and go and the snow breezes through like a royal queen – visiting and enjoying the rare warmth before it unleashes its wicked face and swarms the warmth to nothing but a pale halo!
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Lol.. Makes sense to some extent :). Mind you - SOME :)
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