Let it go!

Trust… Trust is the foundation stone on which relationships always survive. Be it loving your parents, friends or life partners, without trust, the relationship is like body without bones. Lack of trust is the primary cause of all the social epidemics - war, politics, divorce etc..(accepted.. Greed is also a cause).
Placing our trust can be as easy as blink of the eye and can be as tough as breaking a diamond. Since the moment we are born, we start trusting people, place, things and what not. It is the basis that the world still stands upon. It is trust that tomorrow always comes, that gears to continue our lives without anxious anticipation of death.
But trust, as everything is, is not permanent. Trust can betray either when the object of trust is not in our hands to control or when trust is made to fail by the object of trust. Whatever the case, it hurts an awful lot when the object of trust fails us. Failure in materialistic trust might atmost cause ending our life and embrace death, but emotional trust might cause living death. It is never definite, at what point of time you start losing trust. It may be immediate, or gradually occurring.



I step into my place of dreams… the grass - fresh as dew, the water - clear as crystal, the sky - blue as ever, the rose - well…..as beautiful as a rose… The place is refreshing, scintillating and peaceful. Life seems rosy with all these. But rose, beautiful at sight, doesn’t give the same feeling while holding tight. Then it’s the case of which is harder - the fingers or the pricks. Both the pricks and fingers are affected. I am stupid enough to bleed my fingers and yet admire the flower and the flower is dumb enough to hold its pricks in tact, not knowing that I'm bleeding. I might never realise that it is meant to be admired from a distance. But, oh… I see ahead - jasmines, lavenders, tulips and many such pleasantries. Like a child equipped with many choices of toys, I reach to them with my other hand and find comfort in them. Yet, the other hand will always remember the touch of the rose…. The living death.

6 comments:

  Vishnu

October 27, 2009 at 2:26 PM

i felt a little digression.. first trust then a little talk about the born to die concept.. but it was good..
u shd write on normal topics too u know.. and ur blog background is very good.. couldnt u take that shadow of the stars.. greg martin thing off.. such an irritation..

  Rajesh K

October 27, 2009 at 7:56 PM

my point is not about born to die.. it is the pain of living when trust fails...

  soin

October 27, 2009 at 8:26 PM

but when the fingers bleed,after the initial pain,the rose is red and so is the hand holding it.and there lies the beauty of both becoming a single entity..and that is sometimes worth the pain.blood can always be regenerated.the pricks healed.the pain becoming too trivial to be forgotten.but no beauty becomes trivial.and there in lies the life's strength to hold sway over us despite the pain and the sufferings.and when u hold the jasmine too the contrast is so beautiful that u will want to do it over and over.such is the fool's heart.free

  Rajesh K

October 27, 2009 at 8:54 PM

initially.. it is the case that the pain and blood drain is worth the beauty of the rose.. but gradually you become apprehensive about it... yes it takes a long time for that.. the difference is like a person looking at a rose in the garden and a flower-seller looking at it. for him the beauty doesnt matter.. its the money that matters..

so after such a time, one becomes a person like that(am not talking about "money only matters" rather that the beauty doesnt matter)...

  soin

October 28, 2009 at 1:22 AM

when the stage of beauty doesnt matter arives,the sensation of the pricking is no more classified as pain..so even if he is going to let go doesnt matter.let it go..free

  Rajesh K

October 28, 2009 at 1:38 AM

and hence the title...