Forlorn Youth

Nowhere had one ever, must've witnessed with such chastity the youth of someone flowing away from oneslf without quenching one's thirst towards life. The threads of that lost youth seem to keep appearing in a strange pattern all over again to mock over the present soothings, making the conditions of a peaceful structure of a wonderful day so irreprisible that u lose count of all that which is brushing past u. Things haven't turned over much but the consolation of leading a comfartable set type of a life now means more to me than all those riches of the world put together. Never a frown, not counting any uncertainities at any junction of this ill-fated life, always put up a brave face to any adverse situations which might win over my psychee. No friends to talk to, family led by it's insaneness, jobs at stake coz of poor qualifications, no pleasantries from any corner, not even the smile of a stranger to light up my day! What a fate, and whatever I wanted to own or have or eat, or wear, or gift or store..anything at all was a distant dream for that lonely little life. Bonuses of a never-to-be-heard future was the only kind of unseen consolation which kept the life boats active on those windy waves and creepy dark nights.

posted by S.R.Cherukuri at 9:53 AM 6 comments

Tuesday, June 01, 2004