It’s time again that the fingers dance
as something from within emerges out
It’s time that these little babies
known as words
have finally come out
How much did they get on my nerves
like a kid, oh, so adamant
How much did I feel a void
with a dull blank page
staring at me
yearning for some company
and its imprisonment!
It’s not words maybe that I crave
but this feeling of release that they bring
It’s not the ink to which I cling
but the stream that words flow in.
It’s the rapture,
the intense emotions that they capture.
It’s when mind feels rested while doing its work
It’s when a nudge is all I need and have
It’s when all I remember is a gush.
When similes and metaphors flash in mind
and the movie of life is set to rewind
it is then when I welcome my friends back
and keep them forever on this page,
knowing how they love being in this cage!
Free, and alive like fresh love in air.
Filled with pure bliss and nothing else to spare!
Yesterday night I had dinner by myself in a small restaurant. It was almost closing time so there were no people around. What’s more different was that I didn’t have my phone with me. There was no music playing in the background. I was forced to just spend some time with myself. The food wasn’t there yet. 😉 And man, I won’t be lying if I said I was so bored and restless!
I realised how we have made our world and lives so small. Eating alone by myself with nothing to browse on phone, no one to talk to and nothing to listen to, was Not boring a few years ago. What has changed?
Few random thoughts on it.
Isn’t it a good thing that you have got no trouble that’s draining your brain when there’s nothing else to think about?
Erm..when was the last time you thought about something? The meaning for life, the quest to find answers?
When did you last spend your time undistracted on an interesting challenge that made you forget your full cup of coffee (or tea)?
When and how did it become so difficult to just be! 🙂
Hello words! Where have you been? I thought you were hiding in my silence. But when I peeped through the covers, I found silence is sleeping too, alone. I have been searching for you, dear words. What do I do to get you back again? Get a new dose of wisdom, maybe? Read something that stirs my soul? Where do I get these things? Oh dear words, you are so, so missed. Please come back in my life.