You return to things which are your own, which never desert you even when you remember them only when you need them.And thus,i return to writing again,with new thoughts and many more things on mind than my words can describe.Hurt,love,care,ego,indifference,
guilt,misunderstanding, longingness- are somethings which make us feel,sense and react.We keep ourselves entangled in webs created by our own feelings,changing our perceptions,and wavering from our beliefs from time to time,between the battles of heart and mind,one outweighing other alternately.But at times i wonder- is there a world out there where the feelings are not materialistic,where affection is not the parameter of love,where actions not only speak but show louder too?? Where misunderstandings are trampled before they grow into differences? Where egos mean nothing but strands of dust which are wiped clean,every time they start collecting at surface of bful relationships? Where letting go is in your blood,so much that you hardly care who does what as long as you don't hurt anyone?Where the object of love is not words but silence? Where insecurities are nothing but figments of imaginations which wil never come true?? Where trust is a part of every breath you take?
Wonder,it was so easy!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The wait!
Wait...wait..wait.. am falling behind,
wonder if i have pressed "forward" or "rewind".
I want to fly high,far away from all things,
You promised, if i follow you,you shall give me wings..
I am lost,guessing,if i am limping or is it a start of a flight,
some clue,and i will think more dear of my plight.
I wonder,if my prayers reach you,
waiting to be amongst the lucky few.
when, answered will be whatever i ask for most,
smiling and twinkling,i shall raise a toast.
I wait to thank you and my stars,
and for the end of some silent wars..
wonder if i have pressed "forward" or "rewind".
I want to fly high,far away from all things,
You promised, if i follow you,you shall give me wings..
I am lost,guessing,if i am limping or is it a start of a flight,
some clue,and i will think more dear of my plight.
I wonder,if my prayers reach you,
waiting to be amongst the lucky few.
when, answered will be whatever i ask for most,
smiling and twinkling,i shall raise a toast.
I wait to thank you and my stars,
and for the end of some silent wars..
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