its been long since i visited here.. today when i ponder into my thoughts and talk a walk down the memory lane there is a list of things that come up and i rekindle into the past, revisit old memories and revive some of the feelings i had left behind.
the newness in me today is a struggle.. a struggle between a mixture of horrible, miserable, beautiful and hopeful past and a fearful, doubtful, demanding & uncontrollable future. this newness is more to do with numbness or hollowness i can say.
my heart goes there and keeps on wandering into those narrow, tiny, criss-cross lanes while my brain acts as if it has got feet of its own! it wants to run away to isolation and leave behind everything else.
past has the capacity to hold me tight as i know exactly what has happened, or what couldav been changed, or how could i hav made a difference whilst the future is abstract and uncertain but it surely gives me a feel of being able to handle things differently otherwise. its like a search of solitude and peace in darkness and emptiness. drifting away from both these spheres leaves me to only one thing - PRESENT! ironical it may sound but there is no 'present' in the present.. endless searching of a gift from the present leaves nothing but inquisitiveness and impatience towards everything i lay my sight on. sometimes it feels like there was another me who lived in there and there is no way i can get back to her.. the me with beautiful colors, huge smiles, flying away every moment from one flower to another - jus like a butterfly..!
P.S. : in search of that same old butterfly.. see you once found!
the newness in me today is a struggle.. a struggle between a mixture of horrible, miserable, beautiful and hopeful past and a fearful, doubtful, demanding & uncontrollable future. this newness is more to do with numbness or hollowness i can say.
my heart goes there and keeps on wandering into those narrow, tiny, criss-cross lanes while my brain acts as if it has got feet of its own! it wants to run away to isolation and leave behind everything else.
past has the capacity to hold me tight as i know exactly what has happened, or what couldav been changed, or how could i hav made a difference whilst the future is abstract and uncertain but it surely gives me a feel of being able to handle things differently otherwise. its like a search of solitude and peace in darkness and emptiness. drifting away from both these spheres leaves me to only one thing - PRESENT! ironical it may sound but there is no 'present' in the present.. endless searching of a gift from the present leaves nothing but inquisitiveness and impatience towards everything i lay my sight on. sometimes it feels like there was another me who lived in there and there is no way i can get back to her.. the me with beautiful colors, huge smiles, flying away every moment from one flower to another - jus like a butterfly..!
P.S. : in search of that same old butterfly.. see you once found!