When you are in the depth of drowning world, there comes a ray of hope with the help..
That ray keeps growing and glowing till it consumes you entirely, then comes the real trouble..
The life of past becomes a distant dream, a scarcely remembered, and makes you think, was that your life?
This ray of hope had always been a friend to me, irrespective of the mess or depths I had been pushed to..
I had said my thanks and had not forgot them, yet I feel that’s insufficient expression of my gratitude…
I would like to pass on that favor of being that ray for someone else, hence I go in search..
This search yields me lots n lots of insights on so many things.. A change in perspective tumbles me..
Hence I stop and just listen to the cries of needs..
Yet so loud..
My rays reach out and cover a scarce ground for now..
In spite of being the ray, a darkness still resides inside..
Which keeps reminding me of the darkness and the struggle of being there..
Though my ray proves as a proof, that the past was a passing cloud..
It is the same ray that encompasses the still unlit darkness, the remaining residue of the past..
Now I could let the bygones be bygones..
But I just keep wondering, why none of the ray never warned me…
That the ray is not only hope..
It also absorbs a part of the darkness..
Being ray has its own darker side..
The darkness never ceases..
Yet do I warn?
Can I warn?
Will I warn?
It is a big no…
Am I removing darkness of others?
Am I removing my own darkness?
I knew I buried myself in darkness in past,
Am I burying myself again?
In the rays of hope?
If so, let it be..
This is lot more fun..
For I presume,
I’m a savior,
Let me be the savior of you and hence save myself.. 🙂