I woke up in the morning with a feeling of uneasiness and anxiety. Strangely, life gives you all the possible reasons to be happy  but you still  decide to choose that one vacuous reason to stay unhappy. Ironically, it is difficult to see  the brighter side of things even when they are the ones that give you a dash of hope and happiness.

I wanted to write today, hence this blog post. But it is one of those days when I don’t have any constructive thoughts, creative minds or fancy array of words and emotions. The mind is ill at ease and the imagination has gone haywire. It was then, I couldn’t help but wonder is this not an emotion be explored upon? The emotion of feeling everything yet nothing. The feeling of yearning desire. The feeling of hope(lessness). The feeling of (un)happiness. The feeling of estrangement. The feeling of (no)love. This post might make sense or might not. But then not everything in the world is supposed to make sense.

the soul drenched in so much pain,
the morning soaked in tears,
no brooches of affection in their absent lips,
the days of prayers that only God can decipher,
the poor human beings, even with the ability to think and see;
do not know where to go,
the nerves of steel melted to lose,
the intricate family affairs,
the home you only call home but not feel home,
this motionless grip, grimace, and groan,
this fumbling ecstasy, this fumbling of ecstasy,
the downpour of bad reasoning,
this heap and toss of fabric,
this sightless hunger,
this unbearable music,
this merciless thrust,

Yet, Hope.

For every threshold is sacred,
The eternal allure of what comes next.