Ah!! The delights of easy, relaxed, empty days. We are not having classes at the university these last few days and its is making me so happy as now I'm entitled to more "me-time". I wonder what to write( Because I'm spoilt with options). The world has so much to tell, so many news and gossips run around everywhere but still I’m left with nothing to describe but then the realization sets in that I write for myself and some people have accidentally become a part of these lone conversations. I have so much to tell but then I don't chose to give away everything.
Strange fascinations are an integral part of all of us. We just don't know where they reside, inside. They have a silent existence but suddenly they do raise their head, particularly at inopportune moments and then .. Well, thats how stories form, I guess.
How we love ‘certain obscure things’.. I wonder why some things and feelings never fade. I leave with these words. Don’t muse over its meaning because it is not meant to mean anything. These are just passing thoughts on an ordinary day, the tired eyes spin a tale out of the most mundane things and this is what one is left with --
I see you in a crowded place
I become tired of the noise and the everyday happenings.
Too much of non-fiction has worsened my habit
And then that sudden shift in your lips, flashing a smile at me,
Raises a little hope, again gives form to hidden meanings,
Little by little.
I know I should not be thinking anything-
So I only let the petty pleasure exist for some few more seconds.
I see you in a crowded place
I become tired of the noise and the everyday happenings.
Too much of non-fiction has worsened my habit
And then that sudden shift in your lips, flashing a smile at me,
Raises a little hope, again gives form to hidden meanings,
Little by little.
I know I should not be thinking anything-
So I only let the petty pleasure exist for some few more seconds.
