Doodles of the Insane

We are all on an endless stream,   holding on to our rafts,   desperately hoping to end somewhere   or with someone, someday,   in search of a dream.. The perfect dream , Where our hopes may cling on to their wings;   Where our pains shall be alleviated for once and all; Where our paths shall bear purpose and light;   Where our love shall be rewarded for their might; Where our life shall render meaning to us, at least. So we strive to swim,   even though we could just float. So we fly to the horizon, although we will never be near it. So we run to the mirage, trying to fulfill our greed. Swimming, flying and running, we arrive,   Somewhere on the edge of the realm, Where our rafts and the stream   meet the depth of the heart   and the profoundness of the ocean.   Right there, we complete our jigsaw puzzle.   The seeking for the meaning.. The answers for the awaited.. Why are we so obsessed with depth? Why do we

"What would you tell your younger self, if you had a chance to? " This is my imaginary letter written to the younger me, by the future me. Dear younger self, I seriously hope, you are happy back in time, because there isn’t much scope and hope for happiness, down the road. Hence I would advice you to seize every minuscule opportunity, that comes either your way or those that don’t even show up on your way, to make your future self, reflect upon those moments with reminiscence. Be it a small desire or a mammoth determination for something, that you truly want to be a part of your life. Because, a moment passed in life is a precious water drop lost in the ocean. There are many things, I am grateful, for standing now in the position, I am currently in. Since this is gonna be a long letter, it would be unfair to just point out the areas that you were weak in. Because you were strong enough in so many things unknowingly. If not for those traits, I would have