24 September, 2009
Do you quit and surrender? Do you give up? Do you cry? Do you think it is okay to live like this? Do you really care? Or do you struggle to regain your lost pride?
The emptiness inside you engulfs you, the silence darkens around you. All you wish to do is fade away and disappear.
You are not a coward, nor are you scared; you just want it all to end. You wait till the pain is drained out of you.
Is this what I have been waiting for? Is this how I wanted it to end?
And once it is over, will it come back to me? Do I have to face it again? Does anybody actually care? Anybody?
Slowly as the sands of time are running out, I wait for the end. To go away from this fake world, and masked people, cold faces and emptiness.
Take me somewhere I belong, where people really care and what I do makes a difference. Where people don’t lie for survival and life is worth living.
Am I asking for a bit too much?
I guess so.
13 August, 2009
I sowed a tamarind seed in a flower pot near my window some time back. It started growing after a few days.
I was surprised; I wasn’t expecting it to grow.
I started taking extra care of it, watered it everyday and made proper adjustments so it could get ample of sunlight…
As time passed, small branches developed and along with that, small leaves started coming up too.
I imagined a huge tree which it would grow into. Under which I would sit and enjoy many pleasant afternoon. Climb up on it and swing on it branches. What fun!
However it didn’t turn out that way.
I returned from school one afternoon and went straight to window to see how tall my tree had grown. But no, there was no sapling there, no flower pot either!
I was shocked. Where did it go?? Did dad shift it to some other place without telling me? I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find it.
I asked dad. He said the plants along with it had some dangerous insect feeding on it. It was better to get rid of it.
I was hurt.
Did that stupid insect had no other plant to go to on this whole earth? Why my plants?
After that, I have put many seeds in other flower pots, some of them grew, some of them withered away.
But I will always remember my little tamarind tree, its branches, its leaves and those pleasant afternoons.