“Hello… Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if can you hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now I hear you feeling down
Well I can ease your pain, get you on your feet again…
I have become comfortably numb…”
Heck! What the hell Mr. Waters (Pink Floyd) sang and rocked them all… An aeonian band, comprising of real connoisseurs of music, to be more specific psychedelic rock music. “If” there is something called GOD, I am sure IT must be XEROX copies of these hallowed souls!!! Anyways this is not about them; it’s about something I feel deep within me.
How do you realize that you have drifted, strayed from your goals? How do you realize that’s its too late to come back? We all go through these emotions at some point or the other. Lucky are those who have someone who can lend a shoulder… At this juncture of my life I have realized that I am no more what I was before. I have lost myself, probably to the point of no return. Damages cannot be undone! It’s not tangible, not measurable. It’s hard to amass the scattered pieces. Damn! Do I feel like shit? I don’t know how to give vent to this angst, this angst of failure, of a stillborn life. Sometimes I feel let’s just hit and make music, but heck I don’t even have the basics in me. Sometimes a strong feeling of devoting to social cause springs up, but again there are commitments to live up to, expectations are at stake. Actually I was always sure of what I want from my life. But now it all seems to be a farce. It is becoming increasingly difficult to say that what I am doing, the path that I am treading is right for me. It’s like, treading a virgin terrain without Google Map! I wish Google was intelligent enough to let you search your goal in life the moment you click that “I’m feeling Lucky” button.
Just nod if can you hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now I hear you feeling down
Well I can ease your pain, get you on your feet again…
I have become comfortably numb…”
Heck! What the hell Mr. Waters (Pink Floyd) sang and rocked them all… An aeonian band, comprising of real connoisseurs of music, to be more specific psychedelic rock music. “If” there is something called GOD, I am sure IT must be XEROX copies of these hallowed souls!!! Anyways this is not about them; it’s about something I feel deep within me.
How do you realize that you have drifted, strayed from your goals? How do you realize that’s its too late to come back? We all go through these emotions at some point or the other. Lucky are those who have someone who can lend a shoulder… At this juncture of my life I have realized that I am no more what I was before. I have lost myself, probably to the point of no return. Damages cannot be undone! It’s not tangible, not measurable. It’s hard to amass the scattered pieces. Damn! Do I feel like shit? I don’t know how to give vent to this angst, this angst of failure, of a stillborn life. Sometimes I feel let’s just hit and make music, but heck I don’t even have the basics in me. Sometimes a strong feeling of devoting to social cause springs up, but again there are commitments to live up to, expectations are at stake. Actually I was always sure of what I want from my life. But now it all seems to be a farce. It is becoming increasingly difficult to say that what I am doing, the path that I am treading is right for me. It’s like, treading a virgin terrain without Google Map! I wish Google was intelligent enough to let you search your goal in life the moment you click that “I’m feeling Lucky” button.
its like reading my own thought, same pain, same cries. But hope is some thing tat keeps me going. hope in God, the one who created me and every thing
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