a boulevard called life.....

Boulevard :

A dictionary meaning would suggest "a tree lined street".

Picturize it. What do you see?????

A street lined with trees on a cold winter night...say with an English background...fallen leaves.....
Or a street lined with green trees in spring.....

What did you???
Welcome to the boulevard called life!

Refreshing springs. Stinging winters. It has all.
ALL

And the best part.......they come not once or twice again & again & again....
Visiting. Hurting you. Making you smile. Hating You. Loving You.
Sometimes the tears are accompanied with a smile......the irony of this boulevard.

This boulevard seems unending.
The trees you pass by, look at you
smile at you,
wink at you,
wave at you,
and you reciprocate back...........

Till one day,
when they laugh at you,
despise you,
horrify you,
hate you,
till one day you wanna run away from there.......far away,

SOLITUDE the aim....
achievable......hmmmm...
no..
tough...
difficult,
very difficult,
impossible.....yes IMPOSSIBLE
Thats the word...


That's what I am trying to....
to run away....
to escape....
to hide.....
from you,
from him,
from her,
from everyone.

But the boulevard's too long to escape.
Life's never a pie that you can eat it whenever you want.....
Sometimes its fed when you are full......sometimes you are hungry and you dont even get to touch it.


Probably, I am writing all this, because its winter in my own boulevard. Hard not to agree.
I am waiting for a spring to come. To bring back the happiness, the greenery that i yearn.

Oh NO!
A dream!
A mortal mistake of a dream!
How can I?

The dreams are to be restricted.
The dreams make you smile in the hope of a happy tomorrow, albeit for now. But what about when it breaks tomorrow......they ll make you cry. Cry harder, than probably now.
Once bitten twice shy!
Dreams are a distant dream!!!