Friday, May 7, 2021

~ I write…~

Sitting in the darkness of night, the thoughts pour in …

I get connected to the other realms, the voices of which echo in my mind… somewhere there sure is someone making the call and trying to make a bridge between the physical and the ‘Other World’..I write..

The silence of time is all there is, it is my time … a time to think laterally, away from the madding crowd, the daily noise of living and the hush-hush of varied activities. This time is mine, the calmness accentuates the stillness of time…. I write…

The darkness of the room makes me focus on the only light streaming in front of me, the focus is all there is , to give shape to the thoughts coming to my mind…I write…

I just want to write, for that is what I am being, I am not afraid of not being read, it is my world that I want to live and do things I like…. I write…

For the footprints of this time would sail for long, when I shall look into flashes of time, I would be reminiscing those golden moments I shared with myself and my soul… I write... 

Today will soon become yesterday, living on the verge of next jiffy, this would soon become a remembrance … We will surely be not there… the words will always be present… I write…

The flow of thoughts soon become expressions and then gets typed in words flashing on the screen, the connect becomes phenomenal, with each passing moment, life shows me its dimensions… I write…

The pen has been uprooted and the keyboard has synonymously taken its place but the expression does not dither and remain the same… I write…

Days come and days go, I meet life’s character’s and share the commonality and the commotion, want to record the chance meetings with life hence… I write…

A day will come, when I will be history, the fortitude of time will win the battle of life…for that reminiscence …I write…

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