Monday, February 06, 2006

Redundant

The pain of being alone.
Inspite of billions of them.
The way of looking life.
Sometimes.
With pure negativity.
When everything seems like sinking.
Deep.
Every dream turning into a nightmare.
Full of unfulfilled desires.
All coming together.
Making you run.
For freedom.
From everything.
That has fixed your state.
To the destined happenings.
Which are inevitable.
On a daily basis.
The true nature.
Already suffocating.
For survival.
Feeling the continuous.
Pressure of the work.
That is left to be done.
And the time that is left.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Search

The search.

The explorers fading away.

Not worrying about the time left.

The wrinkled faces.

Their colour.

Comparable to the morning sun-rise.

The amount of trust and faith.

On the destiny designed destiny.

Shaking all those beliefs.

Of life and death.

Still moving.

Towards the setting sun.

With an unknown desire.

To complete the task.

Nothing else.