My world, my life, my thoughts, my fights, my emotions, my assets, my liabilities, my hopes and my dreams. All these are mine, no foreign entity has any righteous right to even have a statement-giving glimpse for it/on it/to it. I build them on my own, I live my own life, I think on my own terms, I am responsible for my gains and my losses, I nurture my fantasies and my utopia.
Well she is here at this moment, almost after a year. Not the ideal conditions but still there is no compromise in the bliss provided by her presence. Unconditionally she whispers to my senses that here I am, be you as I know you, Pink still accompanies us with the background scores.
I came terms with another interesting fact, there is a grand canyon between Praising and Admiration. There are pains and jealousy prevailing within. At-least they will take rest for some time. I am willing to discuss this to her that what lies within your ambiance that I witness pleasures of eternity. Oh by the way....Could I get a glass three quarters filled with ice cubes, remaining voids from the bottom of whom allow to float streams of firewater through them, just 60ml not more. I plead you to make me strong to cope up to the fearsome surrounds that I face in your absence. Nevertheless they will last long enough to take me with them but I do not want to quit in the middle of the battle. I never lack the zeal to win but with humanistic boundation leaching out my essentials I struggle to keep my calm.
With all the thoughts churning it is time she takes her leave. No doubt I will miss you. As her visit inspired me and motivated me....Pink says...
“I took a heavenly ride to our silence,
I knew the moment has arrived,
For killing the past and Coming back to Life...”
1 comment:
Its a talking piece. The words make whispering sounds as you read them and ride through to the very untouched.
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