Listening I am, to the words they say. Aware I am, of the trap they have set for me. Trapped I am, holding on to the one track they have forced me to follow. But here I am – Standing. Standing where I have always been. Questioned by every pair of eyes. I see the brows raising to every word I speak. I see the pleasure they find to see me keeping quiet. I see the bliss in the eye whenever I fall short. Cornered in the chamber of viciousness, wanting to see the silver in the gray cloud, I stand at a cross-way, waiting for the light that never comes.
I am a person who has always been an admirer of music. It has always been an inspiration for me to keep moving forward. But for some reason that I do not know, I seem to be appreciating the minor chords a lot more these days. Is it normal for a human to do that? Or is it me again who’s stacking up the problems that are so unnecessary?
Why does it feel that I am walking on the roads untraveled? And this happens to me in a time when I have the most regular routine a man can have at my age: Work – Eat – Sleep. But what is it that keeps me awake at this hour? What is it that pushes me to put-in the extra bit of effort?
I have always been a staunch believer of Utopia. Life to me is a journey, a voyage to paradise – A place where “All Is Well”. Just like any other journey that you travel, you have to invest some of the energy, your hard work into it. This is what provokes me to burn the mid-night oil at the workplace.
So here I am. Waiting to see into the light from the darkness. Call me crazy, maniac or a lunatic, but I won’t stop for the fear of pain. To the bliss of life, I agree to hold the bull by its horn. I don’t really care how far can my strength take me into the war-zone, but I will rejoice every step that I take.