A New Season, A New Beginning, A Fresh Start

The flowers have bloomed, their petals dancing delicately against the warm flowing breeze. The emerald leaves spring forth from their sturdy branches, painting shadows on the soft brown earth.  The sparrows sing their songs in the morning, their gleeful melody trailing along swirling pathways and colorful gardens. The first signs of Spring are here – a symbol of birth, a time for a new beginning.

In our lives, we may go through perilous journeys, fighting monsters and demons of the material world, battling obstacles as we tread deeper into the shadows. However, all is not darkness if we believe in the power of faith. There will always be light at the end of the tunnel. Darkness exists because there is light. Where there is light, there is no darkness. Light is the oxymoron to darkness. Light is our flaming torch, our weapon to defeat the darkness. Light is hope, faith and anticipation. Darkness is misery, despair and anguish.

Cast the darkness of your heart away and let this be a new beginning. Invigorate yourself with positive vibes; remove the past from your conscience and do not let it be a daily reminder of your anguish and regrets.  Do not let your fears and doubts pull you down or stop you from heading towards where you are set to arrive at.

A new journey awaits you- a journey towards a future, to which there is no answer but to which, once must possess a sense of hope and, a thrill of adventure in encountering it. Just as how the season of  Spring brings forth a time for rebirth, fill your mind with a freshness, like that of the lucid purity of freshly laden snow or of rich flowing water streaming in abundance as it glitters in tiny bright crystals beneath the calm soothing sunshine.

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Colors Of The Night

I am an infinite being among a swarm of bustling city dwellers. I capture the actions of my surrounding, a silent onlooker of daily night life.

Buildings thronged in lines amid the parallel pathways and streets loom in tremendous heights, nearly touching the tip of the dark open sky. Neon lights and fervent street posts flared among the long shadows formed by the thinning rays of dusk. Voices shrilled with hints of excitement, the shouts of rumbling drinkers, the screams of young ecstatic teenagers, the clings and clangs of utensils bind themselves to a tune that coincides with the buzzing noise of the swarming vehicles and the soft yet distinct whisper of the dark dreamy landscape.

It is no other than a night of thrills for those who anticipate the coming moment of a gripping event, a night of work for those who will succumb to busy labor, a night of carousing for those who seek solace in vibrant festivities and drinks or, a night of romance for the feverous hearts yearning for passion.

Every pulse, every heartbeat, every breath, every mind and every soul thrumming alive in the night is intertwined into a single revolving cycle that glows intensely into shards of iridescent colors.

I am a lone entity, amid the vibrant arrays of the nocturnal landscape.

– Stargaze

10 Reasons Why I Should Have Chose English Literature Instead Of Law

1. I love Literature, always have and always will. As an unofficial child “writer” who even went on to the extent of publishing my first and only book at the age of 12, not pursuing English Literature is like a complete betrayal to all my earlier dreams of becoming a famous writer. I know I would’ve transformed myself into a better writer and a person who is not only acquainted with words but also with their origin and the ways they have been formed and created.

2. I promised to my old friends and relatives that when I grow up, I will become a writer. Who knows our interests and ambitions could change so fast in just a span of seven years? Post high-school, I decided I wanted to become a lawyer. Simply because the name itself appealed to me. At that time, I had no idea what kind of fate was awaiting me. What kind of dilemma and disaster I’d be going through once I start school; the measure of boredom I’d be enduring for a period of five years while regretting the reason why I didn’t follow my heart.

3. Law is only a secondary thing. At that time, I had the impression that Oh, you know everyone is doing degrees like Engineering, Business, Medicine and stuff. Might as well do Law too for someone mathematically-unskilled like you. You’d have the reputation, the money and you’d still be able to read and write. Well, I found out later on that legal writing has absolutely nothing in similarity with creative writing. And I prefer the latter much much more.

4. I hate courtrooms. I’ve had a few internships where I got to enter inside a courtroom a few times. No offense if you’re a lawyer reading this but I hated it. I despised it- the formality, the ridiculous suits and the judges’ wigs (that one just killed me). From the moment I stood there, I realized that this was no profession for me. I know I have reached this far but I’m sorry I cannot go on. I need to find some other alternative before I spend my miserable years in that boring hellhole.

5. The idea of becoming a lawyer doesn’t appeal to me anymore. And it’s not just about becoming a lawyer. I literally don’t want to have anything to do with law. It’s only now that I have realized this is the wrong degree for me. Had I found this out sooner, I wouldn’t have wasted so much of my parents’ money.

6. I want to continue writing. So, if having to attend to clients 24/7 is what I will have to do, then no, this would be impossible. I don’t know how other lawyer-turned-writers have done it but for now, I seem to be devoid of all plausible solutions.

7. I love reading novels or any book/magazine that has to do with history, sociology and even biology. Reading legal textbooks on this Act or that enactment is the last thing on my mind. Utterly, obnoxiously and downright bland. Boring right down to the core. The case laws are as much nightmarish.

8. I’m a creative/artistic person. Okay, I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging but in truth, I’m generally more of a person who likes to think a lot, judge with her emotions and visualize things in her head. Law, on the other hand, is too mechanical which really does not suit with my thinking process.

9. I want to accomplish my childhood dreams. My dream had been to become a writer since from a very young age. That dream kind of lingered on until vanishing somewhere during my late teen years. Now that, I’ve reached to a point where I’m saturated and have left all traces of adolescence from me (I’m still a child at heart though), I realized my calling again and would go through all means to get my life and my goals back in track again.

10. I just want to be happy. We’ve all heard that happiness comes from within you and that it’s up to you to be happy with your own self or you choose not to. Well, you can’t put everyone at the same pedestal. I’m the sort of person who is very goal-oriented and sticks particularly to one thought. If I realized I had made a mistake, nothing I do or anything that anyone does would rid of the negative emotions I’d start feeling. I escape from such emotions through writing. And when I see these negative aura processed and spilled out onto paper, I feel a sense of relief. This is what writing does to me. It’s my friend, my companion in whom I confide in. I am my own friend and my own companion. And when I see my writing, I see a part of me that looks back at me and smiles. And that’s what makes me happy.

Memories In Death

You are imprinted along the folds of my memories,

What is life but the transience of a waning breeze?

You are etched across the markings of my scars,

What is life but the leaves dwindling from their thrones?

You are a reflection of my kindred soul,

What is life but an echo fading into the air?

You are a piece of me, strung into the cycle of my being,

What is life but a rose withering after its time approaches?

You are within the pages of my heart,

What is life but the passing of moments gone by?

A sunset across the hills

Lifetimes of memories, joy and grief

Until they are no more than a flicker that sparks

As your eyes close and you smile

With your last breath and your last moment

For me to remember always till

My life shrivels too beneath the dust below.

Yearning For Home, A Place Where I Aspire To Belong

I wish to travel the whole world, traversing the expanse of its width.

I wish to live under the shades of ancient trees while roaming among solitary hills.

I wish to bask myself in the gleam of the falling sunset just to spread my wings so that I could soar across the heavens

until I find a place called home among the solitude of nature–

where the mountains would welcome me with the scent of freshly laden snow and the wind’s whistle and the river’s roar would collide into tranquil symphony.