All the heart breaking melodies ring in my head. Your every thought makes me weak, it absorbs me and sends me spinning into this black hole of memories. And this gets triggered at random times of the day, I wonder if it will ever end.
I am looking for something to hold on to. I try to search my soul. And the deeper I go inside me, the more I feel closer to u. Your presence gives satisfaction and pain. I wonder if it will ever end.
We always hear stories of greatness, what we are never told is the thought process, the mental state during the process of achievement. It is kind of a subconscious state when mind has to empty everything else to achieve greatness. It is never really tracked.
Success and greatness is a relative term per se. Greatness is around you everywhere, in small things but we tend to accept it only when told by an authority or a lot of people. (It has something to do with inherent human nature to seek confirmation from others, many a times not trusting their own judgement.) So my point here is, when a person is achieving something great, he does it every single day, every single moment. And he is unaware of his achievement because no one really told him. And one fine morning when he is getting ready for his daily work, somebody somewhere recognizes it. And now his work is labelled as ‘great achievement’. And this poor fellow is baffled, because he doesn’t feel being great. This is primarily the reason why greatness is always accompanied by humility.
He only felt lonely when he was happy, for happiness would fly away unnoticed. He wanted it reflected like hundred rays of sun in a mirrored room, but he could not trap it within. So he sang quietly, to the beats of his heart; he danced at every rush of blood through his veins. He dared to stay alone.
Today he dared to yearn for solitude because in his heart he knew it would bring him sorrow and peace. Most of the time he did fine in sorrows’ company, they always lingered like the hum of silence. Sorrows that made him less guilty of the times he frittered laughing, sorrows that gave him purpose, sorrows that overwhelmed him and filled his hollowness.
