Somewhere in Septemer
I had routed entire plot of my life when I was kid, but the plan I had inked was just mere imagination for this world. I was confused. Is it just me who has got an different process of thinking or the world does not allow me to live it.
All i want is to draw beautiful line between two points of my life- My Birth and My Death. But I saw people dominating this path. I saw people making decisions of my life. I am forced to draw a straight line between these two points which is just too boring. I am a free soul and I see people invading this space. I have always dreamt of flying. But I am not that naive that I want wings or feathers to accompany that process. It’s a metaphor. The world does not understand it. It was simple to be deciphered. I had just wished of having my freedom to dream.
I saw my dreams screaming. I saw myself crying and shouting in a dark room and I see no hope. It was so bright from outside. But it was so dark inside. Maybe my dreams are different, but the sole concept is just the same. We are all just bound by the idea that the world works on an entirely different concept. No wonder the value for dreams is just nothing, because if it was something art would have been a beautiful part of it. My expectations were higher. Words are twisted dreams of sobriety, or maybe a drunk state of endless thoughts. But whatever it is, it feels like a fresh fragrance of not-so-deep thoughts of mine.
I am an artist in my mind, But society thinks artists don’t make the world a better place to live. As per me, Society is merely a mental concept, at most we all are selfish individuals. This thinking makes me feel that I am burdened with chains of the worldly materialistic approach. These chains look like an ornament when I see them from a distance. They say it’s a prized possession which I have earned for myself by drowning myself into books which taught concepts. I was the one wearing them. They were so heavy that sometimes I woke up and I couldn’t even lift my soul. It was like a slow painful death I had chosen for myself, or rather the world had chosen for me and everyone felt proud for it.
Deep inside my heart, I knew that was not where I belong. I am a piece of something else, a part of someone else’s puzzle. I don’t know what future holds, but I will try my best to make it as beautiful as possible.
With all the risks I had taken in my life, there was a major step I took. I logged out from corporate. And as obvious, my family supported my urge of doing something meaningful.
Then i ran away…
Away from my reality…
Away from my lovers, in totality…
Away from my place under the sun…
The courage deep inside me…
Comes alive only when I flee…
I not going back, I am simply done…
to be continue….