An extra mile he walked on the isolated beach. Melancholy footsteps into the sand that left deep impressions behind. It was the same way he felt all this while back. The more he began to think, deeper and deeper the scars lay behind. Reflecting on his life, the mistakes he made, the hurt and pain he's been through.  Downhearted, he pulled himself to move ahead, pushing away the gripping negativity.

Splashing waves on his feet, washed out his footprint on the very ground he stood. Turning behind he realized the very essence of his existence was washed out as he walked all this while. The assumption that he left a trail of footprints existed only for that moment. Without his notice the waves had already filled out his footprints with sand. The moment was serene. It was just him, gazing at the contrary sides. It was Life that gave him options. A crucial flip-side to walk back or move ahead with a new beginning.

Little birds. Little birds. Flying high In the sky. Their Freedom is what we long for. Walk around, spread your wings and fly. Fly away from problems, fly away from 

 sorrows. Fly like there's no tomorrow. Days will pass and years. Little we notice the troubles they go through. Battling for a consistent place to live, on a daily hunt for meals to live. A quest of survival agaist the ferocious claws of the eagle. Find a secret shelter when injured or else will be pecked to death. With months of trouble to protect their babies and watch some of them die. In the end, they all wither and have a deadly end. End of life. End of story. 

Perhaps, if we find a way to be free. Life's hardest truth is that we will never really have the so called "freedom". Responsibilities and rules will always be thrust down upon. Our wish. Find a way. Find freedom.

 

Life's best moments are created when they are unplanned. In all the rush that we make to get life perfect, sometimes we just need to leave it on its own. Let life decide whats best for you. If one day goes cranky the other is the total opposite. Its just two sides of the same coin called life. You have to find it's worth yourself. what you do and how you create it depends on your experiences. It's like a knock on the door which will appear only when you agree to open the door and let it in. 

               On a warm sunny morning, took out the bike and set out on a long ride. Like crazing- zooming on the smooth- long stretch of road. In and out of lanes. Dodging traffic and the ones crossing the street. You land in a place where there's no one but just you. Just you, the plain road, brownish green grass on both sides, dried by the sun, open deep blue sky's with clouds moving all around. The warm sepia feeling as the rays of the Sun touch your skin. You can feel the heat burning your skin and the wind blowing against your direction, cooling it down evenly. The feeling is divine. All your worries, all your sorrows, all your pain. Everything disappears into the wilderness around you and even moving at the speed of 70-75 you feel the clock has stopped. You feel still, you feel motionless as everything around you is moving. Its like being in a trance after you pass through a blow of smoke from the dried twigs on the side of the road. In a world that doesn't seem like your own, but feels more like a dream.

" Search everywhere to find Yourself and suddenly In the middle of nowhere You will find Yourself "