Truths or fakes?

As the new beginning kicks off with tiffs and laughs, there is this tingle of excitement that might lead to contentment in the deepest crevices of the heart, if the sadness of a life altering course does not sit tightly in it already. While the life ahead of me does look promising, the past hovers like an unforgiving menace that wishes for atonement and while the beginning sounds delightful, the nuance of distance with the loved ones does seem quite difficult to accept. Comfort is a luxury that sometimes becomes scarce even between mom and a child, what are other relations, if not trifles? While life offers many courses in dealing with relations, unfortunately every lesson is a whiplash that is every bit harsh and every bit painful, both to the bearer as well as the executioner, yet, those whiplashes come at frequent intervals from the executioner, despite the pain. Despite the care for solidarity, certain things are inevitable in life, like being alone forever. Companionship can be a boon and a curse. While the curses leave a scar, the boons leave hope. A hope that there would be more boons that might come along. Life’s courses offer twists and turns that are unpredictable and yet, they make life interesting. But that unpredictability is often a curse for the impatient, where the pathways into the future hold no meaning and the present is messed up.

Certain dreams are mere curses waiting to unleash as the curtain rises for the performance to begin. The wickedness of the reality sinks in with the rupture of hearts that once cared for each other. While the life extinguishes and the ending looms over, the beginning and end dancing hand in hand, one has to wonder, if it ever was a beginning. While life has no meaning when misery plays an upper hand in relations, few clings are mere strings that are adamant at being cut. They are neither together nor apart, forever circling in the eternal pit of misery and doom. Why do such relations exist? Why do such relations require a beginning if any? When the end spirals down into an endless pit, the vapors of stench and staleness are better than the fresh breath of air that brings agony every waking moment. The wail of the heart echoes deeper and the promises that look fulfilling are mere mirages that exist further from the reach. That is the reality of life that sucks the breath out of you every breathing moment.

Wish there are “undo” buttons in life, that can rewind and erase certain parts that should have been buried deeper than the subtle locks that mind and heart conjure, only then can one have a peace of mind. Love is a myth and it is a fairy tale that exists in the minds of romantic writers and while romance is certainly over rated, the relations that are based on romance are non-existing. Everything in life borders around being fake, including the raw emotion of love, hate, anger and despise.