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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