Obstruse: to be annoyingly insensitive and difficult to understand. Orion: A constellation (Three stars that forms Orion's belt is visible to naked eye) _________________________________________________________
Seclusive Fantasy ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waking up at a crumbling noise I find myself in the milky way Amazed at the nacreous sight I pinch myself for it's true or nay
Standing over a hovering rock That takes me up higher and higher Amidst purplish mysterious clouds A mere sight sets my soul on fire
Consumed by its vast beauty Twirling meteors smiling in glee All my sorrows trapped within Slipped away leaving me free
Can I stay here forever (I wondered) For there I got nothing to lose In the world full of impostors I was but a misfit obstruse
With the stars singing me lullaby I slept quietly in Orion's arms Whom I always watched from below One who always calmed my qualms
We are merely passengers in the train of Life. If we think the world revolves around us, then we are sadly mistaken. It is us, who revolve around the world. And that world is Life indeed.
According to the popular opinion, Life is a journey. And it should be enjoyed with its highs and lows. One can't envisage the track this train will be on. It might stop at unknown stations. Might take more time or might even start after a few seconds. But we should not loose patience while doing so. For no one will pacify us. Every individual will be having his/ her respective journey too.
There will be multiple halts. Where we'll question ourselves whether we'll make it to the destination or not. But keep reminding your head and heart that it is your responsibility to not let the evil in you overshadow the goodness. We have to be our own muse. There won't be any long-lasting symbiotic relationship other than the one that we'll have with our own self.
Who knows? One might come face-to-face with a tunnel. Encompassing you with sheer darkness. It is upon us to keep going until we see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or we may see our destination, in its verdant form, awaiting our arrival. And bestow us with all sorts of perks for we've accomplished this journey.
There isn't any rocket science that'll give you a blueprint as to how one will succeed. You just have to go with the flow, following the apt omens.
Anne didn't survive but Kitty did, and now the words she carries paint a picture of hope and despair, and kindness and atrocity more vividly than any story ever could and taught us that the true heroes are among us living ordinary lives yet doing extraordinary things.
Van Gogh couldn't live and yellow paint didn't give him peace, and the world didn't know him until it was too but he left us sunflowers and now his work sells for millions.
Oscar Wilde died penniless somewhere in the streets of Paris, because to the world, who he was and what we represented was infinitely more horrifying than the words he left behind as gifts, and now we quote him like cheap whiskey in a suburban bar.
To live forever is a pipe dream, for the body and mind can and will decay; we have however enough time left on God's green earth to create our little infinity, they might forget who we were but will remember what we did, and the lives we touched.