There are many things left for me to learn,
So many procedures to understand
That I am currently unable to discern,
Them be of receiving payments or doing a handstand.
Continue reading#there
Wired
I can feel grief inside me
and the urge that only what is right should be
by which my other emotions are affected.
Maybe, both of them are connected.
Explore
It feels good to be known but I feel better when I remain in the unknown and my work is appreciated and better, constructively criticised instead. Do you know me? Do I know myself?
Residual
Sometimes, we think that we have done our best
and we give up and put our efforts to rest
but it may not be the case.
There may be something left to add in our race.
Inspiration
Anything that comes under my observation—
any act, event or person
can be the inspiration
behind my creation.
A Confession Of Love
I realised this week that I love you but I can’t decipher how should I tell you that. The last time we conversed, you tried to make me confess my love for you but I really thought that I liked you so much because of the intense spiritual connection that we share.
Baby
Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
Uncertain
There are days when I feel like writing nothing at all. On some days, I don’t even feel like thinking about anything or anyone. I might not be gloomy or sad but maybe just tired or void of thoughts. Even if I try, I am not able to form a composition.
Fulfilment
Struggle, and not fulfillment,
makes the journey of life complete
which induces the flow of vehement
emotions throughout my body.
Catharsis
One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me.