Backlog- Fragile Boundary

      It feels as if after a long time drought land has been showered with rain and water is just only meant to help land to maintain its existence, very clumsy way of handling the things as clarity is not even accepted by human today. When we ourselves are digging our own grave then things become very difficult to handle, everybody wants to be known and accepted by others but at the end of the day do we really think the mechanism behind it, in this materialistic world everyone is somewhere or other only busy in painting his/her own window it becomes tough to believe that anyone would even allow a unknown person or even may be known person to peep out of their window. The title Backlog- Fragile boundary in its totality is very absurd but again this has its own essence as far as this particular encounter of words is concerned.

        If we talk about backlog, very first understanding which we have about it is examination failure which is very common in today’s youth and they just take it as normal practice which is now has became a usual routine activity for many of them. But in other sense backlog is term used for carrying forward some past unhappy situations and connecting them with present situations and then either making mess out of it or over judging the outcome of any effort or move. Today when sun is just covered by clouds I am wondering that how can this backlog affect everyone and what makes it fragile in nature, it becomes very difficult when having this kind of backlog as it makes you over protective in almost all the things and then it also becomes hard to overcome the fence which is more or less self created, here when I am talking about fragility of fences I only mean that its more or less constructed by  oneself and it can also be got diluted by individuals only. If I am feeling bad about something then its only me who can make that feeling of  negativity reduced by involving in any pleasant activity, here the story is not about what has happened in past and  how dreadful it is but to mirror  that how much ready we are to tackle that in way it should be, for example lets us think about a tree who is dying from its roots , and logically it cannot be again grown from its branches some where or other the roots only are to be taken care of, people and situations are one and same situations change and same way people range, when I am singing a song it’s my own soul who is dancing on its tunes and when I am lamenting on my wrong it’s my soul who is crying on its deeds, when I am not able to reduce by pain from external then I cannot also increase my happiness through external, my reason for writing this or particularly selecting this topic of  “Backlog-  Fragile Boundary”  is because of many small but vast reasons, In a fraction of second smile romances on my lips and in fraction of second tears rolls down my eyes, there has to be some or other reason behind it, and then the mechanism which was root cause behind it is my own fragile fences which I have allowed  unlimited supply of cement.

     “I am trusted by many, But I am not trusted by any” the paradox in the lines itself are enough to throw what I mean from this encounter of words. “Who will come to you when you are the mere responsible for your tears, who will say you sorry when you are culprit of drought in rainy season”.

     When I am walking down the lane on this crowded road I am getting a feel of that the day I close my eyes I will be no where even mentioned, the day I take my last breathe I will not even be accepted in any grave, if its all about materialistic things than why I am so busy in calculating some hidden strings, “I want to liberate, I want to fly again, I can’t wait or else I will get dry in pain”

I may have been able to open the treasure over here but again, when it has always been about winning horse then why should I just make it take some pause.