The Burial of Last Year

Blank thoughts haunt me tonight when I prepare myself for yet another tryst with writing. The glacier of intellect which once used to flow at ease in the form of ideas seem banal when shrouded with black clouds of current thoughts, wherein I encounter a plethora of betrayers.

The wounds are still afresh, breathing anguish into every vein, every muscle of mine. Cold blood oozes out to comfort my skin, yet the dusty flakes ruin its efforts. The saga of torment has continued since then.

But yes, I ought to introspect within and realize that Only I and Only I, am the prime source of misery. That the evils of desire, attachment and expectations have gifted me with abundant pains. That love ain't no barter and is to be done unconditionally. That everything in life is a temporary phenomenon, including life itself.

An advice to myself: STAY DETACHED. Bury the tragics of last year, for whatever happens in this finite journey has at least a miniscule element of good omen endowed in it. Move on, because no amount of tears would make them the persons you wish them to be. As a saying goes by, "Go, not where you're tolerated, but where you're celebrated."

Easier said than done!

Reviews

[Parvathy Nandan]

The last line explains it all you know, Much like a new year resolution,we pledge to throw out smthn bad from us,but somethings just dsnt go away... like pain..John Green had it right.."pain demands to be felt"..
fantastic work buddy...you have expressed those emotions with the perfect words, not right but perfect :)

[Chirag Kumar]

The last line was a take on our so called New Year resolutions. Thanks for your appreciation, Parvathy :)

[Solar]

A positive spirit expressed - based on a sound philosophy that recognises the effects of desire, attachments and expectations.

[Chirag Kumar]

I am glad you liked my work. Thanks :)