I am mine

" Everything that lives,
lives not alone,
lives not for itself."
-William Blake

In this dog-eat-dog world, that's what people fail to understand. Or rather fail to accept and tend to ignore.
Gratitude and indebtedness are as short-lived as a bar of chocolate in a diabetic's refridgerator.

I never truly understood this aspect of the human memory. When in need,help is craved and sought out.
Help recieved, formalities bartered and things go back to normal. But when the time comes to return that
favour once released upon you, the person tends to forget, and forget he does. It never seems important enough to retain in the precious pockets of our memory. Why waste invaluable space on these things when there are more important things like..um..oh let's see...the cost of this cosmetic, the timings of a particular movie, when this girl went out with that guy's friend's ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Frivality seems to prevail today.

It's like what my dad says-- humans are probably the most ungrateful, undeserving species that could ever be created.
Animals don't ever hold grudges against you if you do something to them. They are loyal and true to themselves. And what makes us "superior" to the other animals..just the fact that we have an auditory advantage over them. We are as brutal, probably more, more savage, and could never match the faithfulness and love that animals show you even if we tried.

What's keeping us from realising that there's a lot more to life than just monetary value? We got lost somewhere along the path..
it's about time we made our way back.

musings of the dark

Where the moon rises and the sun sets,that's where it lies.
Buried, deep down under the layers of soil.
Trampled upon by the never ending treads.
No one knows what lies beneath nor do they care.
After all they aren't the ones looking upward.

Free from it all, but not completely.
The irony is beyond the understandable.
Bogged down and yet not exactly; by something so uncommon.
Nourished by the despair and gloom, growing on it;
Minute by minute while the leech sucks the life out of another.

Filled with life, like none other; filled to the brim
Waiting to get out, eager and anxious, but it isn't easy.
Fate had something else on her mind.
Destiny wouldn't allow it either.
The End is near, too close for comfort.