When i feel like escaping i write. When i am not in spirit i write more. When i need a company, i write and write and write... until there is a knock at my door with a call out..." are you alive...???" and there is me pondering " am I ? oh yes I am... yes indeed, just too engrossed in myself."
Its miserable me, for right now I feel miserable. I know how to come out of it, not actually come out of it but run away from it. But i do not want to run away, rather face it and find a way out. But right now its miserable me... Waking up in the morning, with thousand unsaid questions with sorrows pale and ochre with emotions hard to feel and there is a pain in the center. With crippled and tormented soul with sorrows hard to explain with pain demanding to be felt with millions of names in the mind and I am not able to utter a single one. With mind lost and wandering with eyes full of shattered dreams with many things left undone with beautiful words left unsaid and there I stand self-abandoned. With the pain of separation with the hope of soon revival with hands folded in prayer with eyes closed, wishing that wish and there I am-MISERABLE ME!
Well dis parlance is definetly my favourite dear love ur work...no words are enough to explain how wrapped i was in ur words...well done !
ReplyDeletehey di... thanks a lot..like a big thank you! means a lot coming from a lady who herself creates magic with words.
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