When life gives a fair fortuitous, there is something exciting about it. When morning brings the brightest rays, life makes a new turn making the destination clear and there is something brighter about it. All that we need to have a simple understanding and try to survive in the darkest hour. My writing has nothing exclusive to talk about, but then what is talked about is the innocence of making efforts and getting to sustain. “Shorn to Sustain” is a sketch of many such lives that we live in a small frame of time. What an individual experience, marks its identity. All in mass has nothing unique, we are almost the same, but then it’s the efforts and the nature of determination that we desire to live.
Shorn to sustain talks of those wishes to sustain in the hardest timing of the journey. What can be difficult in this world? What can be the worst to an individual? The answer is not death or deprived of things around, rather, it’s taking the one sigh of life and the courage to say, “I am Shorn to Sustain” and walk few more miles to applause conquest. At the first spell, the stillness marked its manifestation. The fretfulness, the profundity, the vexed smile and uninvited pain were perceived. The fear of holding what he never desired, reaped in various shapes and color. Had he known the approaching future, he could have prepared himself, but then he was primed which mark the true nature of the settled ocean. Prepared to make the situation better, prepared to bring the logical considerate, prepared to work towards the unidentified significance.
His senses spoke the profundity of the desiring situation to triumph; but the panic heart disagreed his will. The will that brought distinctiveness, hewed his being and made him virtuous of unknown facts. He denied holding the uninvited wishes, but then happiness has never been his loyal friend, it had to go, and the fact was, it left. This time, it was not something that the situation has asked him but was just the sequence of which he feared the most, the sleepless nights, hours of pain, seconds of darkness and fractions of undecided and unwanted feel. He has the magic of keeping truths with air, it’s not being deceitful, but he knew those were the truths of his survival.
His calmness within finds hard to mislead his appearance, but he never felt the need of knowing the shades of confusions. With unobtrusiveness runs across his face, he embarked on the journey.I know it is hard to understand what time has stored for us, but then it does not mean that we have lost that precious time of ours. I understand equally the differences that have rifted us apart. To understand, it is not the inability to stand by the moving time, but the moment that brings your thought all the time, all the ways and all the minute seconds of the day. I understand what you have been going through all this while, and the fact cannot be ignored that you feel more than what lies at my edge. The moving time has a lot much to say and live, and let us make it worth living in all the ways.
There is never a difference in feel but sometimes your unspoken words explain the feel in all wonder. I am not ignorant to your pain, I understand but sometimes you need to walk slightly ahead of the moving time to witness what counts in. That is the beauty of time, neither you can hold the passing phase nor walk ahead to catch up to it, but we can always live up to it making what we have, special in all endeavors.