Random Muse
Sometimes even time like 5 mins brings such a critical change, i don't know whether its 13 or 12 days, or this 5 min in future will make it from 1 to 0 day, but how does it matter anyways as this number is not of any statistical significance, except being a date somewhere-someplace on a card, calender or reminder on cell phone. Music (Midival Punditz : Lage na mora jiya, tohri aakhiyon se naina lage re), is making me smile and sad at unusual frequencies, its becoming my favourite past time watching pics that i have collected like stamps, as i clicked the folder property to check out exact numbers (128 MB, 244 pics) i discovered windows is so realistic rude as it shows folder attribute as Read-Only, "come on not for pics atleast, i deserve better then this", instantly music moved next in playlist, i wonder does life also have such playlist where it moves next when previous activity is done, so many things are crossing my mind - i can't pen them all - i think i am becoming worst victim of my own thoery "The Guided Life", anyways song that is on play mode - Naina from Omkara, i don't wanna listen to this song anymore as it brings a picture where she is crying in second last seat of her return flight, again i wonder in playlist of life can we skip something if we are not liking it for any particular reason, ok forget it, its not realistic ! I dont wanna rub eyes but this mist is no useful, someone is playing craker rockets at a distance its looking beautiful from my window, but they have to stop doing it what if yesterday was New Years Day, it might rain in sometime, i am waiting as it's such a soothe ......
2 comments:
why would u say this is abrupt writing...i feel the best kinda writin is when u can pen down u're thoughts...n the pen flows with your mind...obviously the speed of the pen would be very very slow as against the mind...coz the thoughts keep running...
i can always understand whtz written on this page...maybe i have a reason that is why...
A diary page left open...
Rains; the word itself wakes up all the senses. and then one flows lethargically in the current of memories and emotions.....
As said, rain is somebody's sorrow that makes another person smile....it cannot be one way. it has to be both ways only. and when the sorrow is just sorrow and no joy in end....the rain itself becomes irrelevant.
the drops are heavan till we know that they would stop....Otherwise, everything, everybody is taken away by the deluge....
And then there is nothing left except for murk - no memories, no emotions, no love, no hate, just nothingness....
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