While walking down a lonely road...

The road was lonely and dark; it was late at night. But I wasn't scared. Rather, I felt a sense of calm...peace. And unfortunately, it struck me that I'm just surviving, not living. I'm spending my time to just spend it. To survive. And most of it I owe to a bond that I have to bear for almost another year...

Where is my job taking me?...

I do not want to be lost in oblivion

I do not want to be just another name

If there is anything I love more than money

It is surely name and fame.

Never thought my name would matter to me so

Never liked it that much really

Today, when I look within,

It is the only thing that truly belongs to me.

How many times does it happen that the fine line between right and wrong seems to fade out? Well, I’m face-to-face with a grey area now. Although I know it is “conventionally” wrong, but it sure feels right. Or may be I’m just enjoying doing the “wrong” thing. It is hard to decide, or even to find a clue as to what I “should” do. Even if someone provides me the answer, am I someone who would listen? Sometimes I feel like taking a stand, but sometimes I just feel like going with the flow. Sometimes the will to actually take a decision seems like too much of a task.

Actually, I think I’m just enjoying the break from the usual. The hush-hush aspect fills me with happiness…oddly enough. End of the day, it is making me smile, it is making me happy. But I also know that this won’t last forever; it is such a short thing. Now this aspect makes me really sad…even the thought of it. What can I say…the good things in life do not last forever… ;)

I wonder if these battles find me or I find them. Life has never been peaceful, but these battles just create huge ripples; big enough to force me to pen down my thoughts!