Every day some passion dies out of the
race and some feelings die out of necessity. Every day is a lost & found
tale. . whatever makes me forget time liberates me sometimes.. then that liberation get lost in new one.I
don't select my thirsts..they chose me..and I chose to keep them in me....some times it's not wise to
express all the thoughts that course through the mind...sometimes it’s better people don't get to know your
deepest hour or your deepest fear. and what your illusive thoughts are...the more they
know you,the less they understand your worried puzzle mind... alone is
better..alone is happy time ..me and own
cluttered mind ...fun to be poised in between my own emotions and equations,....... what
if someone really understands me...scary thought...!! really? I'm scared of the
opposite, that no-one will understand me. ... In a world of make believe I
doubt the sincerity of my laughter and tears.. I always keep my certain emotions blindfolded.....then I wait
endlessly for some relevance to fondle my words... some days i seize the
heaviest mood to carry, without saying a word... ..but then in you I breathe in
joy... submerged in
worries...sometimes don't know how to keep myself afloat.. ..... I am poised
between two infinities...my true self and the way society wants me to be....!
