turning times ( ooops i mean tides ) ..
Just when you think the time is right !!
you write the letter, wait for the evening with desperation, excitement & confusion within. you arent prepared, but it has to happen one or the other day . you were bound to choose one day cause you didnt have any other option, you didnt had the control you just had the choice of date. And you chose this day. NO mathematics involved though.
So you chose this day. the evening is aprroaching, the setting sun enticing you . And you have that DO or DIE feeling ( actually you have to induce that feeling within, theres no other source of confidence .. fake confidence i must say ) . But than you see the clouds covering up the sun, creating an illusion. The weather seems fine. Rather its a perfect weather .
But the time you come out with the letter, and start a confused journey .. it starts pouring. you run, you hide .. you cover the letter with your body, you try to save it from getting drentched and loosing its fragrance. you wish the words are swept away by the raindrops, you wish them to flow to the destination where you wished them to be . yet, you save them from being washed away. But all in vain .
how long would you wait, the rains are never gonna stop. once ur caught in the rain, theres no way out. you dont have an option than giving up.
now its no more a letter, its just another peice of paper, u cannot help it. Its nothing new, u get used to this helplessness, its all about time.
its just another peice of paper, it deserves what all other peices of paper deserve in the rain. They are made in to a boat , some with perfect balance & some that wont travel all the way down the hill . But they have to face the water, the turbulence .
something that was a letter in the morning, is no more than a boat fighting against the tides, trying to move with the flow, trying to fight its luck , trying to manage down the hill. its no more than a struggle .
you never know ......
when a dream turns in to a struggle .. an uncontrolled struggle.
PS :: that letter aint a love letter. its something philosophical that i have tried (pathetically ) to write. I knw its diff to understand wht some1's trying to communicate .. or whts on others mind .. but cant help it . sometimes you write for yourselves. the title might be a hint .
you write the letter, wait for the evening with desperation, excitement & confusion within. you arent prepared, but it has to happen one or the other day . you were bound to choose one day cause you didnt have any other option, you didnt had the control you just had the choice of date. And you chose this day. NO mathematics involved though.
So you chose this day. the evening is aprroaching, the setting sun enticing you . And you have that DO or DIE feeling ( actually you have to induce that feeling within, theres no other source of confidence .. fake confidence i must say ) . But than you see the clouds covering up the sun, creating an illusion. The weather seems fine. Rather its a perfect weather .
But the time you come out with the letter, and start a confused journey .. it starts pouring. you run, you hide .. you cover the letter with your body, you try to save it from getting drentched and loosing its fragrance. you wish the words are swept away by the raindrops, you wish them to flow to the destination where you wished them to be . yet, you save them from being washed away. But all in vain .
how long would you wait, the rains are never gonna stop. once ur caught in the rain, theres no way out. you dont have an option than giving up.
now its no more a letter, its just another peice of paper, u cannot help it. Its nothing new, u get used to this helplessness, its all about time.
its just another peice of paper, it deserves what all other peices of paper deserve in the rain. They are made in to a boat , some with perfect balance & some that wont travel all the way down the hill . But they have to face the water, the turbulence .
something that was a letter in the morning, is no more than a boat fighting against the tides, trying to move with the flow, trying to fight its luck , trying to manage down the hill. its no more than a struggle .
you never know ......
when a dream turns in to a struggle .. an uncontrolled struggle.
PS :: that letter aint a love letter. its something philosophical that i have tried (pathetically ) to write. I knw its diff to understand wht some1's trying to communicate .. or whts on others mind .. but cant help it . sometimes you write for yourselves. the title might be a hint .
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"I believe in angel,
Something good in everything I see.
I believe in angel,
When I know the time is right for me, I'll cross the street.
I have a dream."
That was from the song " I have a dream"
And I know it is quite irrelevant to put it there. By which I am trying to say that it is not require to make sense everytime. Sometimes, we can just make do with less sense as well.
Yes. I'm with Johney.
i really liked it.. n m serious!!
nice interestin side of urs... creativity explored.
Very nicely written... everything was so meaningful... You deserve an applause!!
Take care man
its somthin tht u have written frm deep inside..n whenevr tht happens it can be nothin but beautiful
thanks a lot evry1 for d encouragemnt . And i sincerely apoligise u guys ( cows in case of gals :D ) .. jst bcause u wud sometime visit this page & u dont really found any updates . so sry for tht .
and druv thts d best cmnt one can evr rite & thts d best cmnt i have evr got. thnkx a lot .
newyz hav got a new post for u guys ( & cows ofcourse ) .
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