Never too late to start again

img_2588Hello everybody! Welcome back . When I started the post way back in 2012 I really had no idea about WordPress. I simply started with an idea and it was not much of a sucess. But now I think and I only think that I know some of my drawbacks. I am not sorry for it but would surely like to overcome it. I hope you will surely help me do it.


The final wait

Darkness darkness spread all over my world.Black was the colour of my world.I tried hard to look swaying my head from side to side.The blue of the sky and ocean had all been engulfed by the blackness of my life.It was just not a feeling or out pour of emotions but the fact or truth of had not suddenly but slowly over a period of time had turned colourless.The blindness was not caused by any soul of the universe but by my own doing.I am solely responsible for my this position and condition.                                                                                                                                                                                     The night sky in the wee hours would give way to infancy of bright powerful storehouse of energy called sun.The slightest THOUGHT of it makes HOPE come running all over the body.                                                                                                                                         Thought-power to think imagine,be in different conditions.                                                                  Hope-to do the best in given condition.                                                                                                                             Breezy blue of the morning sky is outshined by the yellowness of the sun.The sun at the zenith of its power spreads life even to the most inaccessible part of the earth.The radiance and warmth is experianced by almost all human beings irrespective of discrimination.This energy gives the world its momentum in all  its aspects of life.The want to excel exceeds by the amount of sweat and perspiration.The race between desire and want begins with each trying to overcome other.                                                                       The warm-harsh sun is blown away whurling winds that surrounds me from everywhere.It makes peculair sounds to the ears which become music to some while others see it as signal of some worse coming.Small droplets of water from the sky playfully wets me.Small gives way to big shower but its a pleasure.This momentary pleasure in course starts troubling.The sight and feel of wetness around is not liked anymore.But ears like music of heavy downpour.The disagreement between the senses continuous but is finally settled by waterladen clouds disappearing.The farewell breeze settles the scores.The sweet fragnance of soil gives the final touch.But sudden thoughts start knocking at heart.                             The wild thought becomes aggressive that phobias develope.Mere thought of black gives goosepimples.The heart struggles but floats in high tide of fear.There is no boat just darkness.                                                                                                                                                 I stand stare and wait for first glimpse of the morning sun in darkness of night.As Sun’s first light breaks i wait for the sun to rise.The sun rises to glory waiting for the rains.As first droplet wets me wait for to get it over.Over it gets but wait continuous till horizon for i am scared, afraid to stand, think.dream. For if i dream,i will think to achieve,and if i think i will dare to stand,if i stand i will surely fall. The fall would break me from the core.The breaking would be permanent with no adhesive working.This is fact with no questions.A fact that have been like skin on body.So wait and wait for what i donot know but some day gates will open hopes will come gushing and i will suceed.Suceed to stand,to dream,to think……………                                                                                                                           You cannot cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.   Rabindranath Tagore