Sometimes we feel dejected or isolated that we cant resist ourselves to choose the farthest dark corner of the room. Sometimes We cant hold anyone's hand as we become handicapped or hopeless. Sometimes We cant make anyone feel about the reason , the reason of the hidden tears. Time just moves on & the distance between us takes the whole world in its place. There are bunches of reasons to scream out in a fatigued sky , although it should not disturb anyone. Sometime sad songs or Tragic movies can soothe our Nerves ; that these can make our nerves & arteries to vomit the toxins & non toxins.
The Four walls can not make a room or a Lover's eyes can not penetrate you. Human call themselves the most selfish creatures & yes ! they are. Because they have the fruitless walnuts that's the wretched Emotions. Relations have priorities & limitations but some subtlety comes in Life & it just takes the whole Life away . You started Dreaming.... Dreaming about what?
Dreaming about the unconditional walks , the frenzied moments, the enchanting plans......
You started waiting of the Time when a Miss call comes & sometimes it scratches your nerves although your Love remains the same But the WAVE changes.When these types of words are juxtaposed in a palette ,its not because of someone's creativity or the enrichment of words. It's the dried tears which slowly kills your each passion in its net & the suffocation which resists yourself from breathing.
Are we Wise or we have wisdom? The syntax or pronunciation may be different but its useless & becomes an Excretory system.
Sometime We need the white handkerchief from a fixed hand, which can hold us,embrace us,beckon us. It's the hand which may touch the head with affection & belongings.All we r optimists, if one sees the half empty glass of water, it doesn't imply that he/she is pessimist, rather it should be translated in other way , that he/she wants to fill the remaining portion. As he/she knows that the half glass is filled with water & if he/she mentions the empty glass .... who knows? the hollowness may be fulfilled..
Sometime Imagination remains futile & you just stare at the Greatest Imagination which is your Possession & as well as a part of EXISTENCE.
This is not a moving journey of a Bird with Broken Wings but a solemnity of mind ........
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