In Search of Truth
The path that I had chosen for the achievement of the eternal truth is giving me nothing now. It started asking me questions, tough to answer and tough to listen too.
I overlooked the mesmerized turns and went straight towards the eternal truth but it now seems like it is not the truth which I am looking for.  
I became pliable for those paths which served a lot of misrepresentations and I took them. They cause me to believe that I am close but I am getting further away.
We speak, we talk, we laugh in accordance with that they shall see us in the order but forgets the main reason's concern too.
I didn't have any idea that I shall find myself broken into the various footsteps of the way to accomplish rather I thought that I have my own way to attain the truth.
In search of myself first, I see nothing which has happened to be taken from entering into my own aspects but found it is portrayed by some others.
In the meantime, if there is a way to exit this path I shall pay for it to my extreme extents eradicating eloquent evincing enemies eternally; my own deceiving traits from my real face.
Horrendous hollows hanging horribly in this way, I can choose the other but then the truth shall also be redefined which is not the thing which I want.
So what's the thing going to happen? Let it happen? I don't want it to happen I want some other things to happen happily. But it will happen whether I do anything but yes I can make it happen for my own good sake and for my truth also.
Let the world come against me I shall fight fearlessly and cause a turbulence of revolution in the way and clear away all those fanatical footsteps and let the liberal moves of mine to fill the hollows and construe the way once again that, 'now it is the one which I expected and when all those questions shall become mere rumors of paradoxical ruins and of utmost pomposity. In that way which I believed and make the era believe shall be my way and that clears away all the barriers, In Search of Truth...'

When all the hopes prove to be meaningless then something happens such that it left everything and keeps aside the whole world for that particular happening.
Fragile, futile, fermenting morals keep coming in the way and make us asinine in front of ourselves.
They ask, whether, "You could do it?" in such a way where saying an 'ayes' shall **** us in that guilt.
Things look recalcitrant four or five years from the past that, under no circumstances, it is something not to be happening but the supremacy always proves us wrong and changes the things in a moment so what are years?
Love is not something that enhances or gets less but it's the trust and care which aggrandizes and misunderstandings which disparages.
Even from the most hopeless paths, we see many dunes in the upcoming [back and forth] time and see no light; but there might be another 'someone' whom we are searching for and that is sitting and waiting and thinking behind that dune, 'it is not gonna end, and for me it has ended up.' Just a few steps can give 'light' to you and that 'light' something real unending.
Not just time but that faith and confidence that resides in one that urges to go with a hopeless heart and that changes everything and cause the whole surrounding to also believe, that due to these deeds, "It Comes."

Just In Case

The dust on that book which is kept in shelves for years to count or maybe undiscovered has the real solution to our findings. It can be read and it can be felt. No one would dispute it, I believe.
The running shoes you had bought, they are still in the box, maybe find some other toes, I believe.
That rough path you chose not to opt will surely get people to walk, I believe.
The shades that once protected you against the harsh sun in a cruel summer afternoon might not come handy to you during it rains but summer will always return, I believe.
That pen lying idly on your desktop could have created fine glories to talk about will definitely be reaching some powerful writer, I believe.
The person you lost in the way, the person whom you vested your trust, the person who made you smile, the person who became rebel made you cry, the person who stood there, the person who left for some good, will definitely not find your truest form ever again neither shall you, I believe.
Just in case, you ever meet that person stay a bit far and greet with the greatest smile you could ever possess, and move ahead and never miss out such a person again.

Memories...
Through the way, the time has enlarged, months, years and decade.
We see a lot and feel a little less and that too fade.
Carving out embroidery of kindness to the walls of deeds and causing crevices to be made.
A pile of sweetness but a pinch of bitterness; the latter is remembered, I am afraid.
Carry on those shivering of love in the cruelty of hate, for which we passed the time and paid.
The memories keep coming down the lane, some are beautiful and some are making somebody too dead.
More or less, what matters is to be remembered in any of the ways, but let it be for 'my' sake, make the sweetness too much not the bitterness, cause that to an extent so it cannot be gauged.

What's Pragmatic on your earth?
You ask this a lot...
You see a bottle of hand rub to do away an alien being, you mask up meeting with your favorite people...
The books you shared, the glance you stared, at the one the most important for you, is hidden from you, and you forbidden from that person.
The time flied even though, what's pragmatic you ask alone, the speakers on your deck shouting a song you loved, the shoes you wore are not withered, an extra pair of socks you bought is lost in your cupboard and still you think your hot glass of coffee will part your way with that pale natured filled case of your medals...
The hairband you use to tie your hair, now you find it a weird object around you, it's not pragmatic to tie your strands to flaunt the world, when you know the world is is hiding.
Wrecked up pieces of shattered glass is doing a play with the transitional winds and it came to your room and you thought it was pragmatic to think that it was the silver lining...

See the sky it so highly appreciated. See the world it is so highly criticized. See the bird it is so highly glorified. See the rain it so highly envisaged with love.
See the land it is so highly sensitized. See the oligarchy it is so highly honored. See the hollow it is so highly rectified you see. See you, you are cherished and entitled with glory. See me, you shall find the disgrace and the coward traits in me. And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...

What you seek to collecting at the end of the day?
A sound sleep we all strive for in the midst of some calculations of clocks and time.
Also you may look forward to having a nice meal after the tedious work or assignment you have gone through.
There may still be a chance for some sensations that urge you to have introspection.
And what actually positively ends up your day is probably coming across some few simple words which are simply not ascerbic; they can be sarcastic, completely alright; they can be critical; still alright; they can be mean; alright I believe!
If you were to have experienced some feel not words, maybe through words but not just words but the feel, that pulls you up from a pit of low beats of life and challenges, a high pitching encouraging roaring voice is not what that awakens your conscience but a smiling phrase ending up praising you a bit, though not that beautifully poetic, though not a big paragraph of appreciation but just a simple sweetly smiling phrase all your day requires for an end. Everything goes wrong through your means and there is some feelings around the corner or in the midst of your central world where you make those feelings believe you have held their ailments.