A Hope To Bloom

I had never thought that one day I would sit in front of my computer screen and invest my time and energy in typing a blog.

I often wonder and ask myself – what am I doing here?

At times I let out a silent and meek scream from my heart bearing the same question on its weak shoulders. Poor scream! It echoes back to me without any answer, like an envelope, without the receiver’s address returns to sender. Why do I post envelopes without the receivers name on it? Why am I looking for an answer? Why am I asking this?

Why am I writing a blog?

Am I writing this blog because I want to do ‘it’ or it is because I want to do ‘something’?

Should doing ‘something’ mean doing ‘anything’?

Why am I so confused? How has Grey become Gray? I feel that I am walking through the fog.

Thick fog - grey fog. The fog which had condensed and deposited itself, in the form of sparkling and shining water droplets on the green leaves, on the green grass beneath my bare feet, and in my eyes.

Was it the droplet of the foggy water that rolled down my cheeks or it was tear drop from my eyes?

My vision is somewhat hazy, foggy and blurred. I cannot see anything beyond me. All I see is grey. And, the grey has enveloped me in its arms, like I am the long lost lover who has returned after an eternity.

What is this grey?

Grey is white turning black?

OR

Grey is black turning while?

Am I moving towards the bright hope or I am heading into the dark?

I don’t know which way I am heading. All I know that I have decided to move on. I have decided to walk out of this grey. Because, I know there is another world beyond this grey – beyond the horizon which is visible to our eyes.

Another horizon beyond which the fog will have to surrender itself to the divine light and enlighten my surrounding, where GREY fog clears way for BLOOMING flowers of hope, desire, achievement, nirvana!

A world where the grey will bloom – the BLOOMINGRAY!