Suddenly, I realized that last few strands of maggie, soaked in ketchup are lying half wet alongwith peas that I hardly relish. It made me awakened...Where was I??
The song that I started listening on Radio Mirchi was over and RJ Shubhra was blabbering on 9 to 11 pm show - "Purani Jeans". In last five minutes, my mind rushed through all the stages I had in past 10 years.uuuufff...
Truth need not be bet on. After my three months stay miles away from home, I explored myself more and deeper.
What lies beneath and what not is as obvious to me as the two vertical ends - ground and sky.
This I suppose happens with every single person going through same phase as mine. How people looking so mechanical and materialistic become so close and warm within tight slumbers deep inside themselves. A full cup smile with eyes as blank as frog's eyes, the one gesture I hated the most has become a part and parccel of my existence in my surroundings.
Few moths back, I tried not to give loneliness a chance in routine. But now I like to close my eyes and remember sweet evenings at home with my parents, my cutie pie pet Macho and the sun rays finding access from the windows for themselves to brighten our faces with their gentle yellow colour. Closing my eyes make me feel all in all fit into all the bondings cemented at home and office.
A long road flanked by trees...
River besides promising the peace...
Live and chirpy birds around...
Forces me to hear a distant sound...
Mind speaks on behalf of heart..
One true source that generated the thought..
Relationships bowing the leaves of affection...
Both sides of the roads amid congestion..
River flowing on the side..
Jabbers the secrets so low as to confide..
Secret that revels the art so smart..
To heal the infantile heart, one dapple part..
In the attempt to hem the two ends meet...
Stitch the wide vast length to greet..
Hert so bonny to solve the questions..
Why, How, What and when ..no notion..
What to give and what to preserve...
So as to make one bonding reserved..
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