I don't know what to do with me life...
Should I also get into the queue with other madmen in the chase of endless wealth? Or run away to some unknown mountain like a Sufi saint or sage in the search of redemption? Or just end my life and finish this restless drama of countless breathing?
Whatever... but i will not leave before writing down the story of my life. But, What is so special in my life to pen down?
I don't know...
May be it will hit the chord with some other soul reading it, same frequency people (as she used to call them...)
Or may be I want to memorialize her in my words...
Or while writing, may be, Ill get to live that life once again, at least in my thoughts... I wish...
Here I am...
Sitting in a dark room with just a small lamp illuminating the pages of my diary.
While I try to kill the hours of my life by burning my lungs with the smoke of cigarettes, I close my eyes thinking about, what went wrong.
Was it my destiny, my fate, my foolishness or just a prank by God?
Today as I look back towards the journey of my life, all that I can remember is… those years!!! The years full of life. Moments filled with music, dance, dreams and lots of dreams… and … Those eyes… the eyes which had every possible expression in them…
The eyes which took its last breath staring back at me... asking for answers (which I never had)… The only heart in the galaxy who actually loved me genuinely
Or may be I want to memorialize her in my words...
Or while writing, may be, Ill get to live that life once again, at least in my thoughts... I wish...
Here I am...
Sitting in a dark room with just a small lamp illuminating the pages of my diary.
While I try to kill the hours of my life by burning my lungs with the smoke of cigarettes, I close my eyes thinking about, what went wrong.
Was it my destiny, my fate, my foolishness or just a prank by God?
Today as I look back towards the journey of my life, all that I can remember is… those years!!! The years full of life. Moments filled with music, dance, dreams and lots of dreams… and … Those eyes… the eyes which had every possible expression in them…
The eyes which took its last breath staring back at me... asking for answers (which I never had)… The only heart in the galaxy who actually loved me genuinely
And that love caused her death…
