Looking outside of my hostel window, i just see the world changing dynamically with its ruthless pace. Its the same with the new mask of beauty of time evolution where people is left behind with the stupid emotions. No matter how many times i have seen out of it, its the same building the same sea shore the same silence the same noise of automobiles but different view. Years have passed in search of me myself but i am still at the start point of race. People who know me say i have spark in me but when i see myself why i see only ashes left after the fire. Its really sometime so disturbing and frustrating also, not because the failure i face every time but because of walking blindly with the cover on my eyes. I don't mind falling because i can gather courage to stand again but why should i stand to fall again for no reason? Tides comes and goes away because they know they have a goal to reach shore, sun set every day because it knows it has to rise next day to enlight others, even a rag picker knows what he has to search in the bunch of garbage. But here i am with no aim just a cause to pursue a aim so that i can revert back what i have got from the most loving person of the universe in this world. Whenever i have the imagination of facing them i feel better i should not have born. Atleast their wouldn't have a dismay of bringing a unsuccessful child in the world from whom they had expected so much. Its very well said that Burden of expectation is more than the burden of failure.
Every day i wake in search of me so that i can say myself " Yes i am proud of me that i have discovered me after so many downfalls"