As we grow old, we face enough complexities daily. Life becomes a spider web; everything moves away, every hope disappears. You walk with a heavy heart trying to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong. You go in a trance, you feel nothing, and you see nothing. Emptiness becomes your only friend, your only enemy. You see people running behind buses, trains, running for survival.
Your confusions grow, your heart throbs reluctantly, and you search for an outlet to vent off. Premonitions, nightmares, loneliness and other unwanted visitors keep disturbing your chaotic soul. You try to envisage things that may not be available to you in this life, you try to cross the ocean with your broken ship, you become nonsensical, and your madness makes you silent.
People keep whining about their pain but the adversity never leaves them so easily. Nobody thinks about a loser. Time is money, and money is time. Poets are treated badly, writers die lonely, and philosophers live in their dilapidated caves. The world loves practical approach, speed and accuracy.
Howling at the middle of a silent night with pain is no more a fiction. People no more sleep well, they have trouble. There’s so much pain all around the horizon. Oh! The weather’s changing, let’s feel the summer rain, let’s forget all our sorrows for a moment, just jump around like a three year old. Sometimes we have to accept whatever we get; sometimes we just have to feel our shadows somewhere resting in the dark…