Somali's Omnibus

  There must be storms in every life. Well, we all are aware of all such disasters. Still, why can’t we accept such harsh calamities then? Is it so because we are scared to face the unknown? Or is it so because we are too full of the illusions of the world? Aye, it does sound too pedantic to all of us. As years roll away more and more, the mighty truth becomes even scarier to me. Who is bereft of such fear? Sometimes, I fail to behold the world as and when I’m too full of tears. I do, I do feel choked to speak out because of that lump in my throat. I never even know how to combat reality. Honesty makes me confess all this. Still, whenever I stand in front of the mirror, my conscience pricks me so ruthlessly that I become bound to weep. You might be thinking why I whine like this. Actually, we all are in the same tottering boat in some way or the other. That is to say, there is everything in us; however, this life, this world and everything are grey. Things are neither wholly bl...

  Who are we? What is our identity? Where did we all come from? Well, which is our actual destination? There are questions after questions that buzz in my mind almost always. Wait! I never think that these questions are my monopoly. Neither am I supposed to think that too. Be it sooner or be it later, at some point of time during our lives, we presumably face such questions as if they are pounding out from our within. Broadly speaking, our split selves, perhaps, play a very significant role in this regard. Years roll away like a moving stone without any moss. Yes, time does, does fly away in the twinkling of an eye. We grow old day by day, but the question is: “Do we grow up or do we just grow old?” The answer is given to us on our own, provided we spare some time to listen to our within. It is very easy indeed to speak like this, isn’t it? Yes, you’re right in thinking, absolutely correct, that I’m no exception to this as well. It takes a lot of ease to speak, but it takes a g...