At Some Point

Everything has a time-period. This all is temporary; nothing is permanent here. I don’t remember how many times I felt sad and how many times my heart was filled with happiness. I don’t remember how many times I felt lonely and alone. These feelings come and go constantly, in the same way, people do in our life. My life is the sky and these feelings are the clouds in it. I feel funny that I once used to think how I could live without something/someone. Well, I am still alive without those. Things or people do not control our life unless we ourselves let our life to be controlled. Those hopes and hopelessness are long gone now. I have new ones. I used to wish (maybe I still do) to have a group of few friends, living in the same neighborhood and being together always. Perhaps, this was childish of me because it ain’t practical. Friendships change. The strengths of relations change. Either it gets stronger or it weakens. Only on the departures, we actually feel how fa

There… We were sitting on the steps outside Chatting about a thing and many Warming our body with a dim ray of sunlight We were in office. There… Works were yet to be done Laptops were charge-less Load shedding was ruling over We were free, literally. There… The gate was wide open right before us And nobody there to hold back We could have gone We could have left. There… We couldn’t leave and go somewhere else We couldn’t use the time as we wanted to We couldn’t decide on ourselves Or, we didn’t dare to? There… Rules were the chains And discipline, the boundary We were almost the prisoners, actually Prisoners of what? There… Of money! That we have been working so hard for Of our brain, That has been running by the norms of society There… We were prisoners of our own thoughts! We still are.