Every Tunnel has an ending Light

Dear Dorothy,

Its been more than a decade since I last wrote to you. You may think I've forgotten you. But you see my dear, I keep bringing you back in my thoughts. Each time when there is a deluge of words waiting to break free, I silently confess to you my meaningless emotions, and discard the shrapnels into oblivion.

You see. Nothing can be worse than imparting sadness.

I was looking through the rain messenger's diary today. Old days when life was still unfair, but hearts were raw - prone to breakage at the slightest wind. I realized, that I had been a poet too, some day in the past. There had been a time when words had flown with an innocence that now seems strange and distant.

Now, we are all busy racing against time, against nightmares, against failure. We race for wealth, for family, for success - for that unintelligible ghost called Happiness.

A race like this has no scope for a musing.
You can't really blame those of us who try to ignore this stupidity every day of our adult life.
Some choose to drown it in liquor, some blow it up in smoke, some slog away at activities that mean nothing to them...

But Dorothy - some things will never change. The rain will pour; the clouds will rumble..

Dorothy,

Is it the peace that torments you each day?
Or is it the noise?
Is it the lack of tiring allegations?
Or the uninspiring conflicts of emotion?

Dorothy,

Did you walk into the dark tunnel, awaiting a light at the end?
Did you see that light and burst out in joy?
Did you open your arms and greet the coming train?


My dear Dorothy,
If I had time to say goodbye, I'd have wished you with a hug...


Life. Always.


A certain friend had, a few days ago, urged me to pen down my thoughts. 
This one's for you, mon ami.