Nothingness

 It would just be a matter of time When everything you ever wanted Has become everything you have When all your hard work and determination Has turned into something or the other When all your wishes have come true Everything you’ve ever accomplished has made you proud. And it would just be a matter of time When there has nothing left for you to do You have a perfect picture frame That is hanged in your wall of excellence There is nothing but a bag full of regrets That you had buried deep inside your coffin of secrets That won’t let you rest in peace. Then you will realize that all you’ve done Was nothing but a mere distraction to ignore The thing you wanted the most You will know that the distraction has turned into The perfect picture that you’ve replaced with Your broken frame of a happy picture that  was hung in the most colorful wall of your room. Then you would finally start to think of the endless Possibilities that could turn your entire life into Someth...

 Life is a story told about us, it is a painting or a poem or even a song about our triumph and our failures that made us strong or maybe led us to our downfall and we are mere characters that might inspire or forewarn someone but at the same time, life is a collection of greatest moments ever lived and bitter lessons taught by stupid mistakes committed under absurd circumstances. It is a plain sheet of paper or a blank canvas, longing to be colored with every emotion that can be felt.   This is a story that, in my assumption and not that I believe, no one would show a keen on reading. Who would be interested in reading about a girl with no superhuman powers or mind controlling abilities or a breathtaking background stories about becoming the greatest kid by taking down the bullies of the locality? No one but, success stays with the one who has the guts to believe in their dreams because believing and dreaming are the two among other few things that are free of cost....