LESS IS MORE....

Dreams.We were all born with them...of capturing our own world.etching out a difference...but somewhere along the path we lose ourselves. What you were and what you have ceases to be what it was.your identity seems less of yours... And you stand here, in this crossroad with a choice you have in your in hand. RIGHT or EASY? And you are in a new journey- of sketching and carving out a real you..rejuvenate..

When the realisation strikes that reality is miles away from preaches and speeches... you change. And you fear the change.your hands shiver and your heart starts pounding and the fear of doubt grips you from within.you fall , scared of the truth that lies masked by your dream. For a second you doubt yourself,like I am , now, while my fingers move swiftly searching for the perfect letters for  the perfect words....

Two roads lead forward in this crowd that holds me here..clearly etched but vaguely noticed.and its a choice you have to make to save yourself from their’s..and so in the flowing crowd you stand, watching the nothingness turn into everything , and you smile. Cause you know....

 Then one day, someday.. when you would be sitting on an arm chair with a cup of hot steamy tea, watching the sun set,the same old enemy would visits again...DOUBT. “was it the right choice?” “what if.....” and a list of “if...”s  pop into your mind. But then you look back and see your creation...and you trust it cause you belived in it....and in that second ..you know that it couldn’t have been better...so you stretch yourself back on the armchair and feel the sun fall on your face, as it sets to rise once again...the sun is the strongest when it nears its end...you take the first sip of your tea..it burns your tongue..you curse it, calling it all the possible names you could think of and then suddenly you burst out laughing...it didn’t matter...it never did... so you go back to talking to the sun...