My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories

Waqt ki rooh kuch is tarah azaad hai

Ki qaid karna bhi isse gair-zaruri hai

Ret ke zarron ki tarah haathon se ruksat ho jaati hai

Is maazi ki pakeezgi mein bhi Khuda ki manzuri hai...

I vividly remember a quotation in one of my school textbooks I read more than ten years back:"Wasted moments and wasted hours get woven into wasted lives... You just can't sleepwalk through life thinking that one day you will realize your dreams... Living always has to start now!"

Life...What is it? An everchanging metamorphosis of existence?Even my alter-ego has betrayed me... how will dreams be of any help?

I believe in the Existentailism philosophy - I am responsible for what I have made myself...yet I doubt myself... Do I know myself completely? Do you know me? Does anyone know who they really are?

My life is on the verge of completing 22 years... 22 years of happiness, sorrows, goals, faithlessness, ambitions, heartbreaks, relationships, pain, afflictions, love, hatred, death, romance, paradoxes and dissatisfaction.

The horizon of dreams is distant but in focus...perhaps my life is too blurred to realize them... maybe I am too ignorant... probably I don't even want to realize those dreams... Indeed!I'm not even trying to change with the change... but everything around me is undergoing metamorphosis.