Illusion

Her enigmatic smile robbed me of my sorrows, filling me with a desire so powerful that I failed to comprehend. It was a desire to smile, to be happy and enjoy what life has to offer. It was a desire to be thankful for what I have got, and patiently wait for what I haven't. It was a desire to wish, a desire to dream, a desire to love.

Her dignity mystified me, while her beauty left me bewildered. Was she a nymph from the underworld, dressed in its finest attire and adopting a manner so delicate that it can lure the innocent men into the path of destruction? Or was she a messenger of God, an angel of peace and serenity, drowning itself in my eyes and taking over my heart? But no, she was a mere mortal, a just human, with all the morbid characteristics of the mortal self, and yet managing to rise above the savagery and drudgery of the earthly hardships to shine like a Princess of the Icy Peaks.

She was an illusion, not a vision, but a dream that I saw only in flashes. It was tough to relate her to the sour realities of life; she was just a cruel figment of my imagination.

In an instance she was gone.

I looked here and there, craned my neck sideways. Even a minute glimpse of her would be satisfying. My eyes pierced the corners of the vast auditorium, searching for the silken robe, the smile that lit the fire, and the eyes that had passion flowing out of it. Her voice still rang in my ears, but the figure was no more there. I tried to draw her out from the strength of my memory, but it seemed vague, the picture that I managed to re-construct was full of misty ideas, cluttering the vacancies in my heart, diluting the love that was dying to find a way out.

Silence. And then there was a loud roar. A roar of applause. The audiences rose from their seat, preparing to leave. The elderly couple beside me moved out happily, chatting away the beauty of the play that they seemed to enjoy. A few minutes passed, and I was the only one left behind. The lights above grew dimmer, the shadows disappeared, and I started towards the exit gate.

I reached the exit, and looked back instinctively towards the stage where the play was enacted, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I could see nothing. The lights had been turned off by now. But I felt her soft touch leading me towards the brightness of the day, away from the monotonicity and darkness of the night.

Frustration

Frustration is a common word for everybody. We are all irritated, unhappy regarding what we have. We aspire for more, but we do not define that "more". We seek happiness, but it just strikes us like a flash a lightening, then here, but now gone.

Cope with the pressure 'cause there is no other escape route. You have to find the happiness and the pleasantries amongst this thick mist, that's engulfing your mind in its maze of darkness and gloom.

The only way to cope with frustration is to avoid it. that's th best medicine. Try lightening your room bright 'cause its dark and blind outside.

You are sad - the reason is you have to work on a project on Sunday even though you are sick, or probably because you have missed a promotion, or have received a thorough chiding from the senior management. You are complaining against this, not knowing the extremities and a hardship that others can face. You at least get paid for to endure this pain, the unfortunate lot barely manage a penny even after hours of putting in their excruciating efforts.

Have you ever tried to look in the face of a street urchin, imploring the dark alleys of poverty and shame, trying to pick up every pebble and masking them as his wealth? Do you realize they being poor is no fault of theirs? They are mere pawns in the cruel game of fate. Did you try looking into the eyes of the old security guard, sitting alone in a half-broken plastic chair at the gate of a mansion, trying to decipher the meaning of his existence in the cold wintry night. they stay awake, fighting the devils of the night, in cold and heat, so that the rest sleep in peace. Yet how much do they get in return? And you call yourself frustrated?

Stop looking at the mirror in your room, and try to delve deeper in the world of glass that's beyond the horizon, where the sun never rises, the stars never twinkle, and the clouds never leave the valley, leaving beneath a dead trail of penury and grievances, a land of failure and pessimism.

You are lucky to have been born in light. Try being happy, 'cause you have no idea how frightening darkness can be.