Secrets

So, I was talking to a friend about secrets, and I realized something which never struck me before. A secret that we keep from the society, holding that secret is a secret too. First we try to protect something from everybody around us, we try to conceal or pretend to be unaware of the existence of the secret we keep. We try acting, hiding the emotions, every time somebody brings up that topic or something which might lead to it, we change the flow, we give the ongoing discussion a new direction.

Keeping secrets requires a lot of patience, it requires the art of holding things, guarding them in the walls of your heart, and letting nothing but your morals and sense of judgement restrict you from letting it go, from letting it slip at unwanted places.

Secrets, building a secret route to hide the secret, another secret in itself.

Some people build their life around secrets, while some die protecting theirs.  

Random Realization - 7

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. 
Henry David Thoreau 


So, it was yet another evening and I was roaming outside with a friend. It was unusually dark and the visibility was pretty low. We were walking and talking about how changes are the only thing which remain a constant while everything else changes, some people leave us, some we leave, some go with angels and some are accompanied by the demons. The conversation was turning from the soft and subtle realizations to the unadulterated truth. 

Just then I looked ahead and with ticks, the street lights had lightened up and the road which seemed to go nowhere now had a direction. 

A road with no passengers, a sad little deserted track was showing us this path which seemed distant yet the lights promised something, they promised a destination worth traveling for. 

Without any intention we kept walking and reached the end of this road, it was a dead end. My friend hurriedly concluded that life is a rat trap, it is a bait which we  fall in, but I was somehow sure that there has to be some reason why we came here, I tried to reach out to a conclusion but failed but since then I have always found answers to all my problems while walking alone on that road. 

Walking does teleport you to another world, a world where you think on your own, not affected by social judgments, acceptances & dejection, a world where it all comes down to what you want.  

It broke

Her heart was joined by threads, 
Sewn to make it work, temporarily, 
Warnings were made, a little push and it'll all come falling down,
Like a pack of stacked cards,
It'll crash and nothing would help then,
She tripped, on a stone,
Smashing her head on to it, real bad,
She saw him before the beating stopped,
The sea of blood came running down,
She couldn't hold it, not the fake smile anymore, 
She broke, it broke. 
Threads flew open one by one, 
The hopes came crashing down,
She fainted, pretending to be asleep,
The blood never stopped following,
She slept for pretty long, she is now forever gone.