Still Durable...

I started scribbling words years back and called them writings. I did not know what to write then and I do not know what to write now. When I started, I came out with soft and subtle writings which of course were part of the heartfelt feelings. With time, cuts and bruises, words got harsher and harder to come by. Nothing much has changed around but nothing appears as beautiful as it was earlier.

Perspectives have given way to the epitome of cautiousness and virtues. Principles got battered by the forces of nature and dreams pivoted the social fundamentalism.

At times, defying the normal course of travel might lead us to an adventure, but we will still be criticized for defying them. We might be running on a line in the dark, but with a path in sight, how much does a few minutes of darkness count? If realizing the need is not important, then how important is the reason for living it?

Bundles of pages and words are wasted trying to impart prophetism of social chaos that no one ever perfected or will.

I feel the pain you plan for me.
I feel the force you use on me.
I feel your presence.
I feel your pressure.
I am not done and dusted yet.
Show me what you still have for me.

I see the blocks you laid for me.
I see the forests you grew for me.
I see your actions.
I see your mockery.
I am not done and dusted yet.
Show me what you still have for me.

You stacked me up with your reasons.
You broke me down with your games.
You cut me.
You bruised me.
I am not done and dusted yet.
Is that all you got for me?

There is definitely anger in this, but how much can one shout at nothing. Confusing the choices with compromises and reasons with limitations will surely help us convince others, bit not ourselves.