Rahul Verma

I always kind of knew that I am in a trance. There is a kind of illusion, a mask, a façade or a wall that hides me from my very own face. My very own face with beady eyes, happy lips, hope within and a sense of warmth. That is me, an average person from the inside and rv for you in the outside. I am lost, confused and I am everything you may call a wayward being. I go looking for answers and find new questions to the answers. You may have one look at my face and typecast me as a Random guy; with a huge shutterbug on his cards, a charmer of brunettes and an exclusive confused human being. But, my dear friend, I have never been what you think I am. Truthfully, does anybody know who I really am? A boy in converse shoes or the man with brown shoes ?

Excuse me for using so many contradictory phrases. Trust me they are all fragments of my tangled mind. Let us just say, I am a wanderer. I am a drifter, a rolling stone, a cast away yacht looking for no fixed land to dock my vessel. I have been cruising through the deep blue of Pacific, meeting and departing with new faces, new dreams, new nymphs and new everything. I have no compass and I hardly know to use the stars. I hardly know when my voyage will end and when will I touch land. However, there is this one thing that binds my body and soul and my sanity together: Hope.
Hope. The word that makes or breaks a man. It is a word that can institutionalize you in the very concrete jail walls of society or it can shoot you away from the daily miseries of life giving you no past to look back or no fixed future to look forward to. I chose the second version of Hope.

Many of you who are reading this may find my choice to be a common one. You may find I am propagating my false beliefs but believe me> I aint Institutionalized. I do not know where Hope is taking me. I do not know how Hope is taking me anywhere. But my friend, I do know this that Hope is certainly the only thing that remains untouched within me. Hope is that one very thing that is my own. Hope is virgin for me as it can never be taken away by anyone. It is in you right now, it is in me right now and it will always be every time.

Strolling in the May heat, through the dusty splendor of my locality, these concrete jungle seems puny to me. My wings are too bright for my small area near the airport. I am looking at t