Grave of memories

        There should be a place where we can bury all over our griefs, all our problems, tensions or should be a place like black hole , you know black hole, a celestial object whose gravitational field is so strong that  even light cant came back from it,  where once entered there is no escape,  some people  are also like  black hole ,whom after meeting we forget our identity or they forcefully snatch our's.

     "Kuch ghar aise hote hai jahan ek bar koi chala jaye to wapas nhi aata "

      I  am in search of that house ,whenever i will found such  i will bury some of my memories ( of your's) , but what  if those memories start fighting within themselves , every memory belongs to different person but would be placed in same places, . Achha, do tell if any rivalry person's grave are  at same place do their soul live in rest or they continue to fight , we always says rest in peace, do they really rest in peace or their peace already snatched away.
      Will your memories live in peace with someone else's or will you fight with them, i heard  kinship may develop even in enemies if the faces same atrocities but you are quite diplomatic i know it very well,  you always pretend like everything is fine or you not aware of the convoluted things.The day when i will left your memories with her you would promise me that you will live in peace but i know you wont , and very soon i will be aware of it, you know why , because at that time I would also there, a part of mine would be there, resting on pillow of your old  memories, tough tormented .
Addiction could be of anything , could be of dwelling in past too , can pass morning to evening thinking on same thought  because its never ending  I know many thing faded with time, but still lies something somewhere in dark corner of heart, this 300 grams muscle called heart. It have something, it have entire universe in itself , it have single person's memory to a whole world's .

Chalo, aj kuch to positive likha, bahut sikayte the pessimisttic likhne ki. See magic of your memories.

Random Thoughts

        Just for a moment, a gaze so firm ,so  furious, burning eyes, of agony,of  anger, disappointment too,  all together, this is what i can see right now. God forbid.  can remember Japanese legend writer  Murakami         "In a sense, I'am the one who ruined me. I did it myself"
     So life is unpredictable proving day by day ,every step of mine like speculation.  Today writing is just releasing   anger and stress and it should be like this, if not always then at least for some time. How therapeutic it is when writing without thinking of any reader, just writing like an open diary, never had thought i can  release stress with  punch on keys , this poison called anger.
     When fight is between you and only you, the toughest one, but this too was destined to do ,when anarchy isn't only outside but within inside , when chaos isn't just of images but of thoughts too,  conflicts  in every  thought ,but  this is transformation. This process makes you to survive in  more harsh situation, making you to believe  in unveiled strength of yourself ...
In book "The Alchemist " the Shepard  boy realizes real treasure wasn't  in far  pyramids of Egypt  nor in church or fields of Spain  but in the voyage , in pursuit of treasure all the obstacle he met , all the lesson he learn ,treasure was the memories of happiness and sorrow , the journey itself  was treasure,  same  true for all of us too , but sometimes we forget this or our gaze disillusioned .
Sometimes there is nothing called good or bad , right or wrong  all are just different aspects of same thing, all are just right in their own perspectives,  who we are to blame ,who we are to judge them , its only time"s work and right , time not just heals but it justify. People arnt bad they are just different from us and we make our belief on base of our prejudices. when frame of reference changes things changes a lot, might be what i always believe is entirely different from truth, and that's why it is said "Truth is eternal ".

So far these are some random thought,  anger which is releasing through writing, some conflicts within me, its good asking yourself questions then suddenly getting all answers , things never remain same when  any drastic  happen  but slowly slowly it tries to come  on  same path again, what we thinks   in childhood we found ourselves surrounding with same  in old age. because in end we again came back to starting point, as like in race it's end is the same starting point .its just circle, eventually we came back from where we starts. All Napolian came back to their roots, we will also, after wandering a lot, we  will also on same track perhaps at end. Till then just enjoy the journey.