life's a music...is it ?

  
"It seems that somewhere and somehow we all are plugged into life's own
music, some destined enough to flow themselves within those rhythmic
higher notations while others often found themselves struggling to fix
those major chords right in place." 
...isn't life's a music or maybe vice-versa !!

 

fade out questions ?

" Within
all the complexities of life, I somehow manage to think that even I
can set myself free if I am able to break that cage made up of
individualism, materialism, and those undue invincible orthodox deeds.
    It’s all about the positive thrust that remains naive until the same gets ignited by the fuel of inevitable unbound thoughts.
    Living unjustified merely never drive out your worthy inheritance.
Thus, in order to redefine your way of living, you need to re-explore
your innerself within, atleast to re-construct the answers of some fade
out questions like..."

                                                         ..who you are and what’s the purpose of your being??

who was he...a terrorist ?

About
2 months ago while I was on my way back to home I‘d met a boy named
Muzammil, We were in a shared auto heading towards Delhi on National
highway No.2 at about 6.30 pm and at that time no other passenger was
there apart from the two of us. The boy is wearing ragged clothes; his
body was almost turned into half skeleton, many cut marks on his face,
some nail less fingers on his lean hands. But the most mesmerising thing
on his face was his blue eyes full of innocence and an unknown fear.


      I’ve
started the conversation with him in order to collect some information
about the local area; as I thought he might be a local and abruptly
stopped in between, finding him a bit disinterested in talking to me. He
was continuously and keenly watching towards those vehicles that are
passing along. Usually the distance I daily cover between my workplace
and home took around 50 min; therefore I again decided to engage with
him. 


This
time he looked back with a very impulsive and hesitant stare towards me
and said, “aap log kitne khushnaseeb hain” and turned back again to
take a plunge into his own desperate world. It was a strong hypnotism
that I felt around him, which leads me into being engaged with him again
to discern what I desired at that time from him.


He
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