Confessions of a Young Mind

Ever wondered what bothers you? 

The emptiness within which threatens to take away your sanity, is no random phone call. It is, in fact, a precursor of future and a hangover of the past. For no concrete reason, your faith stumbles and the road ahead seems to go nowhere. Black suddenly becomes a beast, sans all its beauty and polish.

With hope in your eyes and expectations in your heart, you turn towards love. You presume it to be a cool cucumber in scorching heat. Without realizing, the fruit itself blossoms in dry sand and immense adversity. What is love? You wonder. A mirage, smiling at you from a distance and vanishing every time you thought you had it? A rainbow, up there in the sky with its exuberant colors, but out of reach by some good 'n' miles? The answer eludes you. You keep guessing only to find yourself running out of gas.

You were too young and unimportant to understand nuances of emotions. By the time your wisdom germinated, hues of emotions changed. So love becomes responsibility, responsibility a requirement and you realize, you don't know what's required?

While spinning that empty bottle of beer, you don't know which way would it point. The alcohol in your blood does not let you ponder over the possibilities. Who bothers to measure 'height' when you are on a 'high'. But the depth scares you when you are lying low.

You try and look towards your future. And get tangled in the mirage and rainbow theory. Fear becomes a tenant in your heart. Anxiety occupies the top floor, brain to be precise. The clock starts to tick fast. You remember your dad emphasizing the importance of wearing a watch. 

World was never as beautiful as you imagined it to be. Its time to get real, you think. Enough of virtual euphoria. Straightaway you head towards a temple, and that myth of getting real is quashed, right there at the entrance of God's abode.

You look in the mirror and laugh at yourself. Some even cry. The difference lies in the way you wash your face, wipe your tears.

Ever wondered what bothers you?