Fade to Black

When its time to reflect upon those most important things that you have done in your life, you realize that all you have is but a motley and odd collection of events and memories that have turned Grey. Time fades away the colors from memories like the paint peeling of the picket fences and turns the brilliant hues of blue and orange to a sepia ocher.

Your image reflected in the mirror, that has a rusted frame and many a remains of a uncounted shaves, tells you the truth. It tells you of all the compromises that you have made - reflected in the lines on your forehead, of all the unfulfilled dreams - reflected in the dark depths of your eyes, of all the risk you never took - reflected by sagging cheeks and of all the joy you gave up to lead a secure life. What it doesn't tell you is that you have lost your self in the labyrinth of mundane reality, that you lost your freedom to the textbook society and you lost your voice. The voice that helped you understand others, that helped you stand up for yourself.

And when it is time to introspect, to try to understand where you are, you realize that all you are is an empty shell of words and meanings that can so easily be replaced.

"And then one day you find...Ten years have got behind you...
No one told you when to run, You missed the starting Gun"....Time By Pink Floyd

Hazaron Khwahishen......

Time and again one strays down the aisle
Of the wonderfully miserable years of ones life
Half realized dreams and unsatisfied passion
The yearning for a new learning

The beginning again of another end
The ending again of a new beginning
Beginnings and endings taking away your breath
Till you are left with one last breath
One last breath to watch the movie of your life
Before you fade away into a new beginning

Crossroads are where you find your peace
The sullen peace of a confused mind
Wandering down the aisles of disturbia
You wonder where you should be.
This or that? Here or there?
Where?...where to begin

Where should you begin your journey to salvage
The remains of a human that you once were
Innocence lost in the mirth of monotony
Pride lost in the labyrinth of power
Your desires rekindle the flame in your heart
But your conscience wants no part

Ambition is your new desire
Success is your new attire
Glory be to the kings of deception
Where simple thoughts are a misconception
You strut down the corridors of broken dreams
Where one drowns in his silent screams

Time and again you come back to the end
Of a dream that had once begun
Your promise to yourself to live the dream
Ends with the beginning of another desire
Ambition desire dreams and agony
The vicious circle that lives your life.

Hazaroon khwahishen aise ki har khwahis pe dil aajaye
A thousand dreams such that you want to pursue each one with all your heart