LIFE...

I guess there always are times in a life when you feel that every moment needs to be cashed in......You know that nothing has changed, you still are the same race horse, who is nurtured, groomed, fed the best oats to run the race of his life, to run the race he never wanted to...to live a life that you can do without... And it is it at these times when you wonder if there's any point in taking a step forward... knowing that you will have to take two back, to keep abreast with the world... It is at these times that somewhere in the horizons you get a glimpse of a strangled life...of a life that seems chained, that just wants to free itself from the shackles and run away to some Never... Neverland with you at its heels....when you hurry to lay your eyes on it, the life's gone....the light has faded....it's dark again.....you gallop frantically knowing that you have to get to it....get to it, before you lose the ability to run....get to it before it gives up and succumbs to the dogmas of the world and joins the line of followers....get to it before the spirit in that life departs in search of another non-conformist....another maverick who's got the feet to run away, the arms to break the shackles and the heart to love the one thing that can't be replaced by any society, any religion, any culture......................LIFE.

You run...... this time it is no race.... you aren't running against anybody.... you are running against time.... You won't win no accolades.... no honours.... you will just be face to face and awarded the one thing the world does not seem to care for anymore..... It has been there all along and it will be there even if we won't run for it with our hearts out... Where can it go?... It's been there all along, shackled, chained, but that is to keep it in control, to keep it from going off the track, off the road that we all are walking on...........................LIFE.

We all are walking on this one straight road, placing our feet in the footprints laid since ages. The footprints become more prominent with every person who decides to ensure that his feet don't disturb the pattern.... laying every step on a footprint wins you the riches, the honours, the race.... the footprints now are so deep.... so rigid... it almost seems impossible to walk the untrodden path.... But you are running, running towards life.... running not on any set patterns, not for any set goals, you are running to get to it before the spirit departs.... A racehorse is now a warhorse.... It'll fight the world trying to tame it..... It'll gallop down the untrodden path.... into the unseen darkness, towards an unknown destination ..... with an unheard of desire..... Its only hope is that speck of light.....................LIFE.