Silver hair line for a few, balding airstrips for the rest , a body with 40% water content and limbs that refuse to listen to the commands of the same grey cells that served you for years.This is the truth.When we come into this world we have no choice and when we are to complete that circle of life, is also not in our hands.
The bliss of the initial years and childhood , adored by many ,may not return the same sentiments though you tend to cuddle up in the bed with loads of blankets to keep your body warm and looking cute.The shrivelled face silhouette, the grey beard ,and the aching bones yearn for more calcium.In a corner we wait for the helping hand to reach out to us , as we have little strength we boasted of a few years back to even get up from the position we are in.Check mated by reality and worn out by the stresses of the journey called life.Have we lived it? Is that what we struggled for?Is that what we dreamt to be a dream destination?
The material pleasures we stacked up for that day when we could relax and enjoy.....could we do that?What here after?The food and drinks that gave us those pleasurable moments are there but for others.The people who you knew and cared , may be around or already left for their heavenly abode.Those who you thought knew you, may not recognise you.Those close ,may be far to reach.Those far, may just give you the momentary lookup.Using all elements of apple technology "I" phone to face time, we desperately reach out to any and every one who is willing to listen to us.We loose connect as we speak, and what sounds relevant, a few seconds a ago, becomes irrelevant for the person on the other side.
With no control on emotions , tears roll down those cheeks that use to blush or go red with anger .Waiting for some one to bring a spot of cheer there, be it a shave or a rouge that make them glow artificially. Vision , long term , short term use to be trendy words in the professional circuits you travelled.Today , behind the cataracts , there is a blur, the ear drum no longer makes the same music pleasant , as it use to be years ago.Quietly sitting with a sea of thoughts surrounding you.The ripples in your mind become waves at times, frustration creeps in, the faith and belief in your self slips away and the basics of everything seems an ordeal.The sports that one excelled in , is now a distant sport.The blood in the body rushes up and down with huge efforts and is monitored daily . The sugar that was so much part of life leaves you now in tatters , making every organs function ,a bitter experience.The smile that swept many people of their feet is hidden behind the sagging muscles, which ache as they are made to exercise and stretch the 72 points.
Fashionista of one time , is converted into a sagging mannequin with sizes that just don't seem to hug you.They too give up on you , I guess. The foot wear is so worn out that the feet refuse to recognise them and we end up wearing a pair of socks to cover us from the cold floors.
Bouts of amnesia and sudden surges of memories that breeze out of your mouth like a runaway train.Amazing flashes that stump you.Silence that use to occupy the space around you, suddenly seem to find decibels that make sense .The fluctuating moments that keep you guessing and the peaks and nadirs of your heartbeats coincide with the twist and turns that you may have faced in life.The graphical representations of your deeds are in black and white sprawling all over the tables and locked in files.Prescriptions galore,with you almost qualifying for the MD medicine examination, makes you get a tremendous sense of achievement at that age.
The day comes to an end and the circle inches forward to meet the very place you started from.The line continues till it ends up becoming dashes and dots,sputtering on the way to a full stop.Alas,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the frenzy ceases and we slip into tranquilty and eternal peace.
The bliss of the initial years and childhood , adored by many ,may not return the same sentiments though you tend to cuddle up in the bed with loads of blankets to keep your body warm and looking cute.The shrivelled face silhouette, the grey beard ,and the aching bones yearn for more calcium.In a corner we wait for the helping hand to reach out to us , as we have little strength we boasted of a few years back to even get up from the position we are in.Check mated by reality and worn out by the stresses of the journey called life.Have we lived it? Is that what we struggled for?Is that what we dreamt to be a dream destination?
The material pleasures we stacked up for that day when we could relax and enjoy.....could we do that?What here after?The food and drinks that gave us those pleasurable moments are there but for others.The people who you knew and cared , may be around or already left for their heavenly abode.Those who you thought knew you, may not recognise you.Those close ,may be far to reach.Those far, may just give you the momentary lookup.Using all elements of apple technology "I" phone to face time, we desperately reach out to any and every one who is willing to listen to us.We loose connect as we speak, and what sounds relevant, a few seconds a ago, becomes irrelevant for the person on the other side.
With no control on emotions , tears roll down those cheeks that use to blush or go red with anger .Waiting for some one to bring a spot of cheer there, be it a shave or a rouge that make them glow artificially. Vision , long term , short term use to be trendy words in the professional circuits you travelled.Today , behind the cataracts , there is a blur, the ear drum no longer makes the same music pleasant , as it use to be years ago.Quietly sitting with a sea of thoughts surrounding you.The ripples in your mind become waves at times, frustration creeps in, the faith and belief in your self slips away and the basics of everything seems an ordeal.The sports that one excelled in , is now a distant sport.The blood in the body rushes up and down with huge efforts and is monitored daily . The sugar that was so much part of life leaves you now in tatters , making every organs function ,a bitter experience.The smile that swept many people of their feet is hidden behind the sagging muscles, which ache as they are made to exercise and stretch the 72 points.
Fashionista of one time , is converted into a sagging mannequin with sizes that just don't seem to hug you.They too give up on you , I guess. The foot wear is so worn out that the feet refuse to recognise them and we end up wearing a pair of socks to cover us from the cold floors.
Bouts of amnesia and sudden surges of memories that breeze out of your mouth like a runaway train.Amazing flashes that stump you.Silence that use to occupy the space around you, suddenly seem to find decibels that make sense .The fluctuating moments that keep you guessing and the peaks and nadirs of your heartbeats coincide with the twist and turns that you may have faced in life.The graphical representations of your deeds are in black and white sprawling all over the tables and locked in files.Prescriptions galore,with you almost qualifying for the MD medicine examination, makes you get a tremendous sense of achievement at that age.
The day comes to an end and the circle inches forward to meet the very place you started from.The line continues till it ends up becoming dashes and dots,sputtering on the way to a full stop.Alas,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the frenzy ceases and we slip into tranquilty and eternal peace.
