Failing in the matter of heart never occured to me.When it does its only recognized as an unattempted.I dont get it.I never will.These winning and losing minus the decision-making.How does a heartbreak? What is for does it break? the fact that together-ness was not meant to be? the fact that someone is in love with the distance with you more than anything else about you? The demon that this love is only lets me understand we dont have any access to it.Access to the liberty and rate at which hearts fly.The mismatch of the ways are the only reasons.The mismatch is also the perfect thing that could happen between the two.
Souls are these restless things,they dont rest in peace.Once they do..we know.And our core of existence lies in its peace.Else we are dead anyway.How does peace occur to one is unique with each one.
I have attended the gatherings of these lost souls.We are All the same.We just differ by a seperate body for each.Just that much is the sweet realization,while being tough.
Am I unwinding?..Or is it you again?
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
But.
We took the same road,tumbled at the same spot,laughed at the same irony..but felt different.There was an acre of distance between us,but a common sky and.. the common prick.There was a noise that smoked of the same fascination,but had burnt a few desires.There was heat due to the sun,but the moon had always frozen due to a bad whether.
There was an uninspiring God,but always a purple cosmos.
There was an uninspiring God,but always a purple cosmos.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Disabilities.
The distance had always left her with immense security,the one that comes after a warm hug..or a deep sigh..or..
The longings were her only possessions,the one that comes after comforting a few desires..or overlooking the existence of belonging-ness..or..
The time was her motivation,the one that doesnt care and is always happy of being that way..
The chappals,the umbrella,the temple,the rain..also the sounds of walk along the glorious path..,the one that was never meant to lead,but to break into a hundred new ones..
The path still suffering the walks of a hundred footsteps,their ruthlessness,their mercies,their mindless queries..but, flawless intervention.
The hollow,that looked like a star gulped from a secret sky.
The key that always was lost to an unknown hand.
The hand always lost to an unknown known.
The forgetlessness,the memory.
The longings were her only possessions,the one that comes after comforting a few desires..or overlooking the existence of belonging-ness..or..
The time was her motivation,the one that doesnt care and is always happy of being that way..
The chappals,the umbrella,the temple,the rain..also the sounds of walk along the glorious path..,the one that was never meant to lead,but to break into a hundred new ones..
The path still suffering the walks of a hundred footsteps,their ruthlessness,their mercies,their mindless queries..but, flawless intervention.
The hollow,that looked like a star gulped from a secret sky.
The key that always was lost to an unknown hand.
The hand always lost to an unknown known.
The forgetlessness,the memory.
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