life has its own boredom
knowshounak




Strolling on the terrace and watching the sun bid adieu has been on my daily schedule, at least for the last five years or so. Actually, I got quite fond of it. It’s not the beauty of the setting sun which everybody praises, nor the bright orange hue which makes the environment cozy that fascinates me. It’s something I can’t explain, not even to myself. It’s something I have been trying to understand, still trying. May be it’s because of the juggling of emotions that instantaneously starts in my heart, in my brain, and probably in every living tissue I have. May be, it’s one of those many things in my life which have been in query, and will remain so forever.

But today it’s different. Today, I have shifted my place from the usual terrace to its parapet. Today, it’s not just the mighty sun which is going down. Life has never been harsh to me. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was raised as if I was the only child born in a hundred years. Right from the beginning itself, I was indifferent towards my studies. But that does not mean I was lagging behind in any way. Being in the creamy layer was not an obligation from my family, it was by default. I grew up to become pretty close to what people call, a handsome hunk. Exaggerating things has always been my passion. But trust me, this time, I am just being modest. Needless to mention the amount of attraction I received from the opposite sex. And honestly speaking, I had my own share of fun. It was nothing serious. I just floated on the champagne but never dived into it. I don’t know whether it’s the foreign degrees or it’s just in my blood, but handling my father’s endless empire was never a problem for me.

This is a life most people would envy. If I were in your place I surely would have. The grass is always greener on the other side. Not that I want to exchange my life with someone else’s. It’s just that, no matter how smooth your life is, at some point of time, boredom sets in. You tend to lose the zeal, the ardor or the intensity to excel beyond the thinkable. Life becomes so monotonous that it contradicts the very reason for its existence. So, here I am, balancing myself on the string of eternity and walking down the aisle of new life, or the thing beyond that. I don’t know what I am doing and I don’t know why I am doing this. But one thing I know, I have to do this. I have to break the shackles. I have to set myself free. So I guess, this is time, time to go down. I mean, time to rise.
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Break-uP
knowshounak

break up

here I stand alone dropping my head,
never in my life, did I feel so sad,,
this isn't how it was supposed to end,
shattered pieces which no one can mend,,

with no fault of mine, I paid a big price,
but even with that debt, I have to rise,,
rise not to prove anyone wrong,
just to re-write my very own song,,

I guess I missed a note or two,
I had someone special, but it wasn't you,,
forgetting you, I know, will always be tough,
but your parting has made me strong enough,,

if you can live your life with somebody else,
so can I, with double the essence,,
I'm not comparing our lives, mine is still a maze,
its something I longed to tell you, right on your face.....

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It’s the Climb
knowshounak

its the climb

climbing to the top is not an easy task.....your fate relentlessly grasps your ankle and pulls you down.....heaven opens up and breaks hell.....the downpour makes the path more slippery and the environment more hostile than you ever imagined.....the struggle seems to be more tiresome than what you assumed from the bottom.....falling down the ridge seems inevitable.....and if you do so,,, you hit the ground hard,,, very hard.....but herein lies the test of true character.....the harder you fall,,, the tougher you get.....never let the fire in you extinguish because of these mere failures.....tighten your grip.....focus on your destination.....take a deep breath......and keep moving......

just have faith in yourself.....this is a task far tougher than any of those entrusted by Mr. Ranvijay......coz its not Roadies,,,,, its Life !!!

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