Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

The quest for the lost pieces of the puzzle, perpetual, as it is the dire need of desert for a drizzle. Amongst all the errands that have conquered the days and nights of human life The life itself has lost its proximity to the small things that marks the identity of life. So engrosssed in meeting, the timetable, the deadlines and expectations Simplicity is left far behind. The walks of pleasure have been replaced by run for life. The family time is narrowed down to setting plans for weeks to come for holidays that we now call escape amd some say retreat. Seems we are lost in wilderness. Every act is like a move of chess. So much perfection to acheive that we abandon the thought that we learn more when we make mistakes. Perfect albums and pictures are our reflection of success. How can we proxy experience for picture perfect situations. When it all comes together, It must leave a smile on lips and teary eye, A moment of pride for living Life.

Tracing back when time lost essence is not possible any more, The pace of actions has been faster than what geared for. Admiring the beauty, feeling joy and pain is now at the end of the tunnel that is long and I am too tired to walk. Walking on sand that just takes my ground away, The words fall short or I talk too much is tough to find. Learning to be blind and deaf is what we have traded over our peace of mind, Choking in this bubble full of strangers. Most of what remains of us is just surviving, Each face has a tale to tell, weary and unfamilar eyes of our own kind. The search never ends, As I reach the end I learn it is a mirage.