Why ignore???

Why do people ignore you, treat you with indifference?

They are the same people who once always stood by your side, shared the minutest of details about themselves with you, made innumerable promises...only to break them in due time??

And we sit in the company of our solitude, with a lone ray of hope that they would someday speak to you, ask you about your well being and in return talk about their own selves. I've always searched the calendars to find that "someday" but I never do. Never does the "someday" come and never does the always desired "somebody". It's all an illusion. All promises...meant to be broken, all dreams meant to be shattered, all tears meant to be spilled for meaningless specks in the seas of our life, that were mere onlookers. Mere visitors with farce faces. No, they are not hypocrites, but they still behave like them at times. They probably aren't even aware of the hurt they are gifting to us. But the question is, even if they are aware of it, would they change for the better? or just ignore you as life does?

The leaf and bubble

This is something I've felt too many times to be counted. The wish of breaking all the bonds, crossing out the boundaries, reaching high up..and being peacefully in a place unknown to humanity, free of the mortals, the body, the soul, the brain, the heart...free of everything...where you could just be with yourself..free of your thoughts and regrets in life.

This makes me realize that living in fanatsy is far too tempting and suddenly reality starts to fade around the corners, becoming a dream in our world of fantasy. A nitghtmare, more precisely. But it is far better than living in a nightmare and dreaming about fantasy.

We are all this leaf, confined in the bubble of reality, that seems to be unbreakable. What we struggle for in our life is a little needle that would help us break that bubble and let us free. Is this the purpose of life?

The Notebook Of Life

The notebook of life- contains as many pages as the years we remain living.

Ever-changing covers- sometimes it is Hard Paper back and sometimes the soft one.

Cost- priceless.

The notebook of life...wherein hopefully, all the happenings of our life would be recorded. Photographs of lost memories, some golden, others grey, would be stapled. Dried leaves and petals of the plants we once planted in our life would be preserved. But of course, the notebook would also be marked 'incomplete'. It would certainly have blank pages right in between, there might be pages damped with tears and pages brushed with the gold of happiness.
Some of the little things that affected us so much would gain a noticeably significant place. The margins would sometimes be left blank along with the date column.

But this would be the only notebook that would not be destined to the 'raddiwaalas' in it's short life span. This would be the only notebook wherein cancellations would not be allowed.