Gargi-Shingte
Because there was a strike the first few times, you needn't always be the master of your emotions, and draw up a line to walk on. When the feeling is right, and true, and reaches to you, let it master you. Swim in the ocean. Because that's how love is. Endless, boundless, soft, touching every part of you.
Do something that you wouldn't. And do it today. Just for the experience for it.
Sometimes, a single conversation amounts to everything.
And then you wonder, on what basis do we measure our decisions? On days and nights of deliberate thinking that can wipe off with one look, one word, one minute? :)
It's a very long list of numbers you're looking at... all jumbled. The total amount of which, you do not know. Maybe you never should.
Knowing is a funny thing.
We yearn to know the truth, to know the science of things, to know what lies beyond death, to know what the future holds, to know who we are, to know what life's essence is, to just simply KNOW. But there is a reason that there is a curtain that divides us from the knowing it all. Knowing spoils the fun. Its as simple a knowing the end of a book, or the murderer of a suspense movie. We tend to forego the quintessential learning that would have opened up to us. if I'd known what life's purpose was, would i live it as i live now? Would I have learnt enough?
Even so, knowing helps. Knowing instils confidence and trust. It gives us reason to believe in things that are out of our control. Knowing can help us to not just reach a superficial level, but to dig deeper and get a grander meaning.
Knowing is a funny thing.
So I stand on the bridge.
I saw the old man each day. By the lake.. laying all the bread crumbs down for the ducks. Scattered.. So they could pick them up piece by piece and live.
Thats how it is for us. Making sense out of nothing but scattered pieces. Sometimes, by collecting and treasuring them. Sometimes by collecting and throwing them far far away; never to be near them. Sometimes, just standing to let them be so. Scattered.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
It was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for happy endings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn’t accept, because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard not to, that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
It was a season. Season of love. Season of happy beginnings. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Where the winds blew me toward him. And I didn't accept, because I didn't want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do.
Little did I know.
I was just a season. Season of love. But a year of change. Season of happy beginnings. With no promises for the future. With frolicking colours and free love birds. Soon to be a painting in black and white. Where the winds blew me toward him. The very ones that would blow me apart. And I didn't accept, because I didn't want to make the same mistakes that I had run away from. But I tried so hard that I ended up with exactly that. What I later realized, was you can hide, but never escape something that pulls a deep string within you. Because it resonates in everything you do. And it still resonates in everything I do.
What if I was happily sated?
Would I want to be happily sated?
Would it be wrong not to?
Because frankly I do not want to be completely satiated. I want a challenge, a dream, a goal and most of all, the feelings that come through the Search. :)
But. Maybe so, only because I can never be sated. :\
love is a game they say. with a winner and a loser. "And the winner takes it all. the loser has to fall. "
Love never dies they say. But it does. It ends, and there's a new queen for the guy and a new king for the girl. How then, is it possibly unending? Because, when he is happy with someone else, he will not remember me or my so called "love" whether im still waiting for him or not. because in actuality, that love has DIED. Liars.
Love they say, in unconditional. But who other than a mother to her child, loves another unconditionally? there's always a glitch.
So they must be just playing a game of lies with us, and laughing in fits when we reach a dead end, realizing the baseless belief.
Five. My luckiest number. Five. The day i was born. Five. The hour i was born. Five. The addition of numerals of this year. 2012. My worst year. Is it supposed to be lucky then? Was it not wrong the way it went? A learning process? Five words. BUT I CAN'T FORGET YOU.
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