A Page From My Diary

Dear Universe, Today I talk to you as you are Today I talk to you for who you are I talk to you about the things you have witnessed All that happens under your skies and above your soil I talk to you about your ability to tarnish a palace of gold and silver Into specks of mere dust in matter of seconds Today I complain and I thank simultaneously I want to know I want to know how you wreck a havoc on a soul in a way so subtle Somewhere, somehow, a person withers away and it goes unnoticed No questions asked No crowd to honour the battalion Everything vanishes into thin air and peope go about their business As if nothing ever changed since the beginning of time How do you make me torture myself? How did you let me go so far in the search of purpose of life, That i forgot all the reasons to live When did my own life became a background scene of someone else's movie Why do all the voices talking to me sound like a babbke of a distant crowd How did all that I ever knew became just a vague memory And I see how you make your works look like a cosmic role of dice Your events, the product of spontaniaty When you and I both know that its not Nothing that you do is a conincidence Everything is a part of a bigger plan of yours The plan to which you intend to keep us oblivious The plan in which we are playing puppets on your strings And all I want All I want from you is to merge my past ,present and future into one And burry it away Somewhere far away so that noone ever finds it All I want is to STOP. Stop what? I dont know But today I thank you too I thank you for pulling back my reigns I thank you for putting shackles in my feet to remind me of who I am I thank you for making me a creature so sensitive Sensitive to the touch of fire and a gust of wind To the light that kisses me in the morning And to the darkness that enfold me at night It indeed is a blessing and a curse But above all the rants and gratitude, I honor you for pulling me back to my reality, my only truth Thankyou, for all you did was necessary, rather vital to my existance Thankyou for breathing life into me like a fire breathing dragon Even though it burns and scalds my soul, I atleast know that I am alive now!