Random Thoughts

I have been thinking… What is progress? Who defines this progress? Why should one progress? Why do we need goals? Why do we need accolades? Why do we need career graphs? Why do we need personal milestones? Why do we need a vision? Statistics and History, both say that “WINNERS” had vision, goals and made progress to achieve their personal milestones and the accolades were showered on them for their progress. But who are winners? Are they the people who are claimed winners by the society? Are they the people who are in the history books, whose stories I had to study during school? Or are they those, who I stumbled upon in the library to quench my thirst of reading books? Then, what about the numerous others who succeeded but did not lay a claim to the big apple of fame and what about all those who fought valiantly in the face of defeat and still stood their ground, even though they fought for a lost cause? Who decides who a winner is? Just because few had a chance to showcase their name...

I opened a closed chamber today, To confront the demons I held in that, I know, it IS time… I traversed this path many a time, I know the end and as the dusk approaches, I have a journey to make, a longer journey, Into the depths of the night and into the shadows of the past, Off to the delusions of the world that is mine and mine alone… A knife in plain view, the end, painless and swift… The fork in the road and the paths detached, The forlorn thoughts and the myriad tears, Together we traverse, yet alone in our paths, Into the depths and into the cataclysms, I hear you no more, Not in the rhythm of my heart, Not in the need of my breath, I am there for you, no more, Not in the curves of your body at the dusk, Not in the lyrical hum of your heart in the morning… Alone and breathing, two hearts as one, Farewell, dear one, my heart in yours, forever more to keep or throw, I journey alone, through the Gates of Mordor… The first step I take, seals my f...

Things that keep us aloof, keep me alive, Things that keep me alive, keep me alone. Should I forgo the aloofness or the loneliness? Which is more dear and which is more near?