Suicide of a soul.....

...One pleasant day,............

when the breeze carry the fallen maple.........

i want to utter my solemn prayer....my last breath....

......to be carried away in the breeze, everlasting.

...and then, out of my own clemency, i wanna dagger my soul........

.....Dagger it, before i realise.......

That in this soul-slaying ruthless world,

....thou shall b judged not by his deeds,

..but the effigy that he prays to.......

......not his shelter,but where he communes....

Mosques,Temples,Churches...are now all different...

...for one, the other is futile structure...to be demolished.

And all its visitors be incinerated.....

...And so, before my soul gets smothered,

.......by the smoke of vengeance....

With a hope of a new sunshine,another day,

.....I renunciate the world, free from denigration.

.......................And immerse myself in the eternity............

Escapism..

.....I began running.....towards the horizon

...............................in my own Euphoria.........

I ran and ran towards a place.....where,

......there were no eyes eying upon me....

....no fingers to point me,

......no questions to stand abreast.....

.....no fear to test....

...Wanting to share all my burdens.....

...........Of responsibilities and expectations....

...And then i knew, I headed towards......turning an 'escapist'...

The feeling had no root, came from nowhere.....it was an effect without a cause. But then, it wasn't me alone......whole world.....everyone was running from himself. And there I go, defining my own sense of escapism.

Why do I fear from failure, why do I blame situation for my own inabilities. Why do I take pleasure in someone's pain or agonise myself more, seeing someone taking pleasure in my pain.

Why do I stop before starting. Why do I wake up before dreaming......or fall before climbing.......or tire before sweating.........or give up before trying....?

Its all the ecstacy, that we live in, a strange peace in oblivion, the strange pleasure in tying ourselves with the chains of limitations in the prison of the comfort zone...or better to say, the ESCAPISM.

We fail because somewhere we felt we could. We lie because we dont intend to justify. We fear because we never try facing it. No risks we take as we might lose.

Everything ends in escapism,infact antonym to everything like success, confidence, faith, will, is same...only 'escapism'.

Still wanting to come back, and search the path....Probably,

I need a touch....I need a push. A pat on the back...and sometimes a ptap over my head.

A feel of love....a seal of trust. Its high time, I stand in that pathetic crowd that cheers and applauses, get envious about the one standing on the stage with the crown of success, everyone's desirable,lovable, one.....

............Its high time.....I wear that crown.