Time has come that I share stuff which are so incoherent to myself,that I have to search between,above and below my words to find a pinch of meaning!
Questions.Where do they come from?When are they conceived?Is it at that dark moment between truth and reality?Or do they scurry all over the place like black ants scurrying for cover?Is it when emotons run astray and clash violently with conformity?Or is it something petty?How the hell do you define "petty"?What happens when it seems you know what the world looks like and another scarred side of it lie exposed in front of you?When the mundaneity becomes obscure.When your vision blurs.When one morning the sun fails to peek out.when raindrops cross each other at uncanny angles.When you churn inside yourself muddy candyfloss.When you sail upon the waves of longing.When you stare up at the ceiling with aching eyes.When nothingness embraces you.When your heart does a 100 and 500 somersaults.
When you scan those endless rows of black letters and arrive at a moment of euphoric euphoria or despairing despair.When a sudden impulse grabs hold of you and throws you inside a pit.When the When stops.When you start a quest.When you rage,When you feel pain.When you are inside yourself.When questioning does not end in a curve.
1 comment:
hmm the grey is after all what life is all about. do not seek answer to these questions 'coz these questions are life...simply non-understandable. As john lenon said "life is what happens when you are busy planning other things".
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