Whispers To The Oblivion ...

With every deeper shade of brown, is a story untold: of hands unshaken, or sneers, or frown extra hours of toil on the clock or a lesser wide smile walking across the block Every deeper shade of brown, hides chronicles of struggles to leave one's own hometown, and take refuge amongst muddles. With every deeper shade of brown, is a story untold: of stronger shackles and fierce battles a lifetime worth of dreams unfold. Yet through the dark, prevails the phoenix soul, rising steadfast and stark, embracing oneself to finally be whole.

I am always stuck in a limbo. Yearning for a far fetched world while my feet are tangled into the veneers of reality. As a child, yearning to grow up and be an adult; as an adult, yearning to achieve one shiny object after the other. I wonder why the human mind is designed to traverse from one achievement to another, one place to another, one little possession to another bigger and better. Who indoctrinated us to be materialistic mongers? I have yearned for so many things in life and achieved them or negotiated peace and moved on. What I have yearned the most in life is love. I have never settled with the love I already had for a moment, satiated, content and fulfilled.  I remember, as a child looking at my friends' fathers warmly snuggling, holding and even kissing their children at the bus stop to school, while I felt empty. My mother never had the time to smother me with kisses, or hug me for nothing at all. In fact, as much as I remember the chastising, surprisingly I don't...