"I could sense the dreary winter night settling down as my fingers clasped the base of my palm and I immersed into the ghetto of my doubts, again. On nights like these I feel intellectually lazy, morally cynical and emotionally disastrous. And the firmaments of time lead me slowly to a chamber; a chamber deaf of noise and blind of glimmer. When the stains of the ‘what ifs’ eclipse the clouds of my ambition, yet again. Slowly the feeling of discouragement overwhelms, turns me inside out, and I am in no time on the pilgrimage to self-doubt and uncertainties. On nights like these my thoughts slumber on leaves falling and cold winds coming, on fiery sands and sinking ships, while my music is centered at doleful songs. But tonight was different. In that dull, dense night, I could hear someone telling me not to get bogged down in the ‘hows’ again. Somebody out-cried, asking me to be self-confident and remain persistent on the journey set on. It told me about a light that fo
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.