Maya

As the nomad walked in the desert, throat parched and feet covered in blisters, he saw water at a distance. At once his face brightened and a new energy seemed to come into his body. The pointless wandering in the desert was no longer pointless. He had a sense of purpose, a happiness so far unimagined and a will to live.

Those moments of the pursuit of the distant water was the highlight of his day.

As at last he reached near the water, he realised it was a mirage. All his purpose was lost. All that he believed in was just the sand and the sun playing tricks on his mind. The realisation braught him to his knees.

He never got up. It was not because of thirst. It was because, what he believed in lay shattered before him.

Life goes on...

The laughter echoes from the past, in the empty spaces of imagination,
The innocence is no longer a part of life as it promised to be,
The smile which lit up when thinking of those days is replaced by anguish,
Anguish at what could have been,

Why did life promise so much and give so little?
Why did some dreams remain dreams?
While some nightmares became reality?
Why did life falsely make us believe in the power of love?

Heart is empty,
Life purposeless,
Laughter meaningless,
Happiness alien.

Still,
Life goes on...

Be your own man

Whom are you trying to convince?

Why does the mind have an innate craving to conform and convince? Why is the mind always better off copying stuff around it?

Its a trap which the mind falls into always.

But its sooo difficult to think for oneself, much easier to follow someone's footsteps.