Ink on the Paper

The poem "My Little Ferry" was created by me about 2 years back. It depicts the mindset of a man who is lost in his journey but still remembers the goal he had set out to achieve in the end. This is the story of how he fights himself from within. "MY LITTLE FERRY" This darkness I feel around me everywhere Like curtains I remove it, layer by layer And though it grows thinner, bit by bit There seems no end that I can find to it I’ve been running, Been a long time since I stopped, took a look around What have I lost, what have I found Where do I go, nothing’s clear Fed up with this constant fear So lost, I don’t know what to say Alone with myself, here I lay These paths I take What sense they make What is true and what is wrong It’s too hard to stay so strong But I know I have to carry on Taking strides, singing my own song Take it all to an end, merry But the coast is far, oh little ferry Something’s mi...

     A few days ago, I traveled to Durgapur with my parents. I had come back home for my vacations. As they dozed off to sleep after the long road journey, I made myself comfortable on the sofa and plugged in my earphones. Looking at them brought in memories, old. Out of nowhere, I remembered how my mother used to say that ‘We brothers do nothing and that I particularly was quite lazy’. Although I do not deny these old facts, times have changed since.      This brought me to the origin of this post, which I actually tried to record while I was performing my experiment. Although thinking about 'not thinking' was a tough task, it was equally fun and intriguing . So, how can one NOT DO ANYTHING? Can one direct one's own mind to think of nothing? I decided to sit down and try it out . . (Here, I suggest the reader to actually try it out by him/herself)      As a first step, I got rid of my music player, relucta...