The Indian underdog.

This lingering sense of utter helplessness is completely in contrast with the elation and happiness that I'm feeling inside. It intrigues me how I can harbor such contradictory thoughts at the same time. I feel nothing and everything. I can see everything and yet I see nothing. I want to believe in everything and yet I believe in nothing. Have I become cynical or just bored? Have I finally cracked up, or have I finally come to my senses? For a moment I feel like the past was better, and then again I feel that the present is more preferable. Does God exist? If he doesn't then fine, but if he does, then does he like pizza?

The jay bird sings above, perched atop the timber, The tone of its voice, enchants me, it has given me a premonition, Dark days are approaching,  a somber shadow has been cast. The ship has left the shore for an uncertain voyage, and an ordeal is bound to be confronted. An uncertain journey indeed. A storm was approaching, I did not see it coming, and it had been lurking near the horizon, just out of my foresight. It is funny how you get lulled into a fake sense of complacency because of a short period of respite, and when all seems merry, you fall. And you keep falling. I sit and contemplate. Is there no other way? All I want is a humbler route, less treacherous and quieter. A lighthouse to guide my ship that has been led astray. The weight of the numerous albatrosses weighs me down, the cogs refuse to move, the wind does not blow and I have been tangled up in spider webs. Blow the trumpets, pull the strings, unleash the hounds, someone just wake me up!

Though my life is turbulent, the water is calm. It soothes my shaken nerves, washes away the distress. In a wakeful doze I keep gazing.. Though the times are bitter, the breeze is sweet. It blows away my sorrow, whisks away the dullness. In a wakeful doze I keep gazing.. Though the people around me are cold, the rays of the sun are warm. They mellow down my temper, burn away all the hate. In a wakeful doze I keep gazing..

Let me fall my friends, Let me fall, down this hazy staircase, Plummeting to my certain doom. This is my fate and I have resigned myself to it. Let my sorrows wear me down, And let the dogs of disaster ambush me. Let them masticate upon my brittle bones, And chew upon my mutilated pride. Let me fall, let me fade into oblivion. Desert me like the boats desert the wharves at dawn. For I want to rise again, I want to wash away all the gloom, But on my own, with no cobwebs left to bog me down.

We are in a perpetual journey,the cogs keep moving, the clocks keep ticking,people come and go,some leave deep impressions on our hearts, while some just become an insignificant memory.. And life goes on.. We laugh,we love,we live,we fall,we crawl,we fight, we cry, we die.. The wheels just keep moving.. The agony,The angst,The joy,The merriment, it's all transient, temporary, momentary.. Live in the moment,Seize the day, Break the walls, have no regret, no remorse. Life will go on, You will go on..

An aimless vagabond, walking down an overcrowded boulevard, No hope to guide him, no shadow to walk by his side. He wandered, he roamed, he tripped, he fell.. A fallen idol he was, burdened by the emptiness, the blatant apathy, His shoulders had stooped. He wandered, he roamed, he slipped, he fell.. Till one day, the fateful day when the river mingled with sorrow, changed its tricky course, For the good.. For bliss, for comfort, for solace.. He met her.. She, the embodiment of all the happiness in the world, like a beam of sunlight seeping in through a canopy of the dark forest, like the light at the end of the tunnel. He was uncertain at first, not used to such adulation, such clarity, such joy.. After all he was a mere mortal, how could he even dream of being adored by a fabled angel.. He had always been a troubled sailor, drawn to the bewitching calls of the sinister mermaids. Gouged out, fed on.. But here he was in true paradise.. The charcoal on hi...