A myriad of thoughts as I pen this down, a settling dawn as I dumb this down, a soothing breeze as I roll it down, a staring wall as I slow it down, a mirage on the horizon, a land in the ocean. I don't even know if this how it starts but then I do know that this is how it all started.
The thoughts today are no different than yesterday, but then I'm really on a different tangent this very day. The slogs of the days have changed but the reminisce of various indulgences remain at large, some haunt, some smile, some cry while some just withdraw.
The needs differ with every passing second but deep down the heart wrenches for a drop of love, an escapade to flow through the bliss of kisses, touches, clutches, presses, wishes, misses, caresses, cliches may be but pure oneness.
The world would have been so different had there only been a little more love, just a little ! Think about it if just people loved people, like the clouds that embrace the skies, like the birds that sway and flies, like the flower that blossoms and lies, like the water that flows and then dries, like the eyes that glow and cries, like the heart that lives and dies. I don't know (I have never known) it's just love that never lives and never tries.
I don't know but these are just words, but then that's what the world believes in. Looking on the internet today every is just talking, the most watched content on the Internet is people watching other people talking, is it making a difference, may be ? Is it supposed to make a difference, may be ? The politicians are talking, the leaders are talking, the coaches - mentors - preachers are talking, the entrepreneurs and influencers are talking, the TV presenters (have always been) and the content creators are talking, the artist and the makers are talking, the friends and peers are talking, the relatives and co-workers are talking, the doctors and engineers are talking, the teachers and the children are talking. Is making a difference, may be ? Is somebody listening.. may be ? OR may be not ?
If only we could unfold the origami of these words, we realize that at the start of this journey there was a life, a little disturbed, a little perturbed, a little concerned, a little unlearned, a little unturned, a little unheard that just wanted to be heard.
I'm back again I guess ! didn't realize, it's almost the end of a year, another starting so no big deal, but then it never stopped for anyone, did it ? It not time that heals, it's the pain that don't feel, it's the wounds that don't peel, it's just life that continues as a reel. You realize that what you gather just becomes a memoir which you either repent or just re-live or just revive or best take a selfie which shows you in the front and everything behind.
Dil na umeed to nahi,
na kaam hi to hai
Lambi hai gham ki shaam,
magar shaam hi to hai
I don't even know if this how it starts but then I do know that this is how it all started.
.. @18:18
mE 'n mA LonE soUL
