It’s funny, when life happens to anyone, none can define. It’s neither like one’s ennui in barbershop nor like one’s fright while roaming with a fiend in an unknown market.
It’s funny to see the sunshine and the rain – at the same time and to be hopeless and the luckiest at the same time. Even nature makes fun of you.
It’s funny you have something, but you’re not supposed to own it. It’s like the feelings of a kid in a bakery, gazing savory pastries with sheer craving. I don’t know how but I find it funny.
It’s funny when you find your flair, none’s there to appreciate. When you master the art of crying on walls and pillows, they offer shoulders. When you are (happily) numb, someone actually starts loving you. It’s just funny.
It’s funny, when the only thing you are supposed to trust – brainpan doesn’t respond to the fixes you’re in – at times.
It’s funny when you’re the brightest yet the dingiest gem.
It’s funny when you care (give a damn)… Yes it is amusing!
It’s funnier when you get used to this fickleness of life’s persistency.
And eventually you start learning breaking away every twist and turn – malevolently adorned – of the pathway – that is supposed to lead you towards the terminus. It serves you its swinging random lanes for the repast in a crooked fashion – to scare you. But you hate not it anymore. Life… Is a fickle persistence and we are the meek grace. It dances in its ways in its folly like a kite up above the sky. It is just funny when you exist only – to follow the rites and go with the flow to curb yourself away from the taboo term called ‘rebel’.
Funny when you wage a war against nothingness and eventually you lose.
And
It was the last day of the perch. It’s time to fly again. I just hope the new sun brings smiles and happiness anew. I have been told that I am bright, brighter than the sun.
So, I must fight every eclipse I face, and regain the light.
Because I have ‘something’ worth fighting for. I am indeed the luckiest boy on this planet I believe. And hopelessness, I will conquer! God will help.
And as Emily Dickinson would put in,
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
If hope is the thing with feathers... Then hopelessness should be unfeathered.
=)
It’s funny to see the sunshine and the rain – at the same time and to be hopeless and the luckiest at the same time. Even nature makes fun of you.
It’s funny you have something, but you’re not supposed to own it. It’s like the feelings of a kid in a bakery, gazing savory pastries with sheer craving. I don’t know how but I find it funny.
It’s funny when you find your flair, none’s there to appreciate. When you master the art of crying on walls and pillows, they offer shoulders. When you are (happily) numb, someone actually starts loving you. It’s just funny.
It’s funny, when the only thing you are supposed to trust – brainpan doesn’t respond to the fixes you’re in – at times.
It’s funny when you’re the brightest yet the dingiest gem.
It’s funny when you care (give a damn)… Yes it is amusing!
It’s funnier when you get used to this fickleness of life’s persistency.
And eventually you start learning breaking away every twist and turn – malevolently adorned – of the pathway – that is supposed to lead you towards the terminus. It serves you its swinging random lanes for the repast in a crooked fashion – to scare you. But you hate not it anymore. Life… Is a fickle persistence and we are the meek grace. It dances in its ways in its folly like a kite up above the sky. It is just funny when you exist only – to follow the rites and go with the flow to curb yourself away from the taboo term called ‘rebel’.
Funny when you wage a war against nothingness and eventually you lose.
And
It was the last day of the perch. It’s time to fly again. I just hope the new sun brings smiles and happiness anew. I have been told that I am bright, brighter than the sun.
So, I must fight every eclipse I face, and regain the light.
Because I have ‘something’ worth fighting for. I am indeed the luckiest boy on this planet I believe. And hopelessness, I will conquer! God will help.
And as Emily Dickinson would put in,
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
If hope is the thing with feathers... Then hopelessness should be unfeathered.
=)
18 comments:
"If hope is the thing with feathers... Then hopelessness should be unfeathered."
I don't agree with this one boy!
Even the hopeless sees the light and go for it. And it doesn't depend on time, but opportunities. You are not always going to sit and hope for the Best. But ACT. Those 2 hands that work are better than those that prays. I hope you got it. Hope does exist, talking in real sense. Otherwise, Emily is never wrong *wink*
Everytime I read your works, I get only one adjective in my mind and that's "beautiful". You write beautifully well, Bahadur, and that just excludes the observations that you make, which make the text seem more real.
This is wonderful, magical, beautiful.
@Salman! Hopelessness - mentioned in the post depicts a negetive state. It's hopelessness, not 'hopeless'. There's a glint of hope again... If you read between the lines.
Errr, I am always bad at reading between the lines. I just would still say, DARN YOUR POST is SO INTRICATELY OPEN. I love it :D
Do read Black! My latest!
@Tazeen! =) That was heartening. Thanks a vat for the praising words Tazeen, I feel honoured, out of the world - like a martian, sachi.
=P
@Salman, Thank you Salman, And sure I shall read that. =)
Hope is the thing with feathers, and it lives in my soul.
You should also let it not fly away =)
I just know who you are! =)
NO COMMENTS, Sorry :/ Its toooooooooooooooooooo good that I just can't say anything :-)
=) Thanks a lot Xehra..
=P I meant I am really speechless. that '=/' implies to the fact that I don't want to underestimate ur work by my compliment.:-)
another lovely post
awsome
@Xehra! I know that =) And I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for such unusual compliments, xD trust me if I were a fair-skinned angraiz, I'd be blushing pink n red right now =P lol
I have a problem though, um I wonder why do u call these posts 'works', this place 'a blog' and me a 'a blogger'. I never wanted to be a 'blah-ger'. =P
@MyInnerFeeling.. Thank you =)
hmmm ... Where do you get so much awesome vocab ??? Are you from England ?? =p Seriously your english teacher would be so proud of you :D
A fickle persistence you say ... a new conception it is ...
Nothing to add ... liked the post...
You know where I'm from, don't you? =P And yeah she is proud of me. lol. And hey! Thanks a lot for liking it. =)
You've got a fine blog! Keep up the good work. (Y)
Hey! Thank you so much. =)
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