Monotone Of My Solitude

It is late night here in Kolkata and after a long wait winter has finally arrived. I lay awake in my bed with a train of thought as company. 

Late night revelations make my mind drift away to unknown places. Each time I visit, I have to work harder to return to the present world. 

A strange force, hidden form my eyes and even from my perceptions is slowly pulling me away. Only when I indulge in the monotone of my solitude, do I feel this force in action.

The grass on my side is as green as it is supposed to be.

Do you want to live a happy and contented life?
Do you feel that what you have now is not enough?
Do you look at other people and wish you are living their life?

The Ending Of A Book

Sometimes after finishing a book, I would lie motionless on my bed and think about the ending of the book. Seldom I would agree with the author and the manner in which he concluded the story. I would spend hours thinking about it, exploring new possibilities in which the book could have ended. I guess, I am not the only one doing this.

Where were you?

Where were you when I needed you the most ? 

Now your return,

When every blade of grass has lost its green and the sea its blue.

Come and stand upon the grave of a dream, 

Happiness forever lost.

Reset

Life is a game, only difference is that we do not have a "Reset" button for life.