Monday, January 28, 2019

Metro diaries

The life in the metro has always been a starry night to my wandering old school soul.

The traffic, the fast lifestyle, the fact that people have so little time for human connections baffled me.

I was wondering how I would fit into this puzzle of chaos.

I was amazed at the nonchalance to almost everything and everything around me.

Pollution clouded me.

It was my first time in a big city that I was lost.

My soul needed some searching.

To most of my doubts were around relationships.

What were they? what was falling in love? did it crop when someone thought I looked attractive in a dimly lit pub that hid my flaws?

How would I fall out of it?
I’ve met some amazing people in life that have been there and hopefully will be there till the end of time. That Hope is what keeps me going.

It gives me the definition of what’s to come tomorrow.that possibly even if I can and rather should cope alone with whatever life throws at me, it’s good to have a shoulder to cry on, a person to pat my back or reassure me that everything will be okay.

I need that torchlight, a speck of hope telling me that I’m yet to reach paradise.

When relationships fail for reasons unknown it’s a mystery.

Its an excruciating pain at that.

Kind of like a tetanus shot.Dull.

But when you accidentally provoke it, it sends a deep pain down your arm.except that the heart is not so well cushioned.

This fast-paced approach to relationships of deleting people faster than a typo has left a weird scar on my mind.
Trust no one.

 Sure but having said that is captivity better?

When you are caged, your options are limited and having not to face the world outside is a shield.

Is that an experience that’s worth having or is it like a flower carefully pressed between the pages of
your book?

You preserved it forever, the fragrance is limited to those pages and memories?

My mind is not used to moving like a clockwork.

I'm a human, not an automated code that ran every day irrespective of the circumstances.

I have to get used to it they say.

Maybe my old school soul is wandering trying to search its place in this disarray.

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