how many of you have wanted to be wise? how many of you wanted to grow old? how many of you are resisting to grow old? how many of you have your childishness/innocence in you still? how many of you are conscious, about any of the thing that is around?
i dont know when am gonna stop starting something with a question and end something with a question... be it..
these days i feel am old... dont know if am wise... i still dont know what to do when... the thing i do confidently goes exactly the opposite way and the things i do in dilemma goes the way it should have gone.. so the fear stays.
question should be what is right and wrong? does wiseness always take you to the right things or the righteous things?
always i live with question.
when i tell am a follower, they deny it and tell am a leader.
when i try to lead, they knock me down and tell 'follow'.
what should be done when?, i don't have a clue.
when i know all that, should i call myself experienced?
what is that am going through now then, is it not an experience?
the world is a nice place. i believe it strongly. all, around, are nice people. you have to know them through their eyes. we can't do that anytime, so it is not gonna be a nice place. i give way for everyone to do what they want, that leads to me being used up, people who love me tell that at the point of love.
if time is a continuum, why is not happiness continuing like sadness does.
the boy in me has always been curious, ready to do things. open for anything. which has got him so much scar. now he is little reluctant. he is confused. people tell things and he just does not want to do it. he thinks. he waits. when he does again he is left with scar but nothing else. so what has changed? am yet to find. only thing right now i know is the boy is suffocating. he wishes to, just be. how can that be allowed? no. no. no.
never should anyone be let become free of themselves. they should be in love, they should be in relation, they should be in bond, they should be in misery. a free person will be love instead of being in love, that is what many people tell. i have not seen anyone being love, i have just see people being in and out of love accroding to their convenience.
i wish to increase my concisouness. i know am gonna find it one or the other way, when i do it, i know that what i would tell will not be understood. people understand only what they want to, the way they want to, the way it is convenient for them, and the reason only known/unknown to them.
so langauages, words, this writing, blog, everything is only for myself as only i can understand it as written. whoever reads it, would read it through their eyes and end up understanding the meanings they know...
this thing has somehow got so well into my heart because of which i talk less, people tell am boring, my very own best buddy, after all these years, that is a blow man. it makes me more close to what is called as sanity.
it is beautifully told in these lines,
...
Maine yehi socha hai aksar
tu bhi main bhi sabhi hain sheeshe
khud hi ko hum sabhi mein dekhen
nahi hoon main hoon main to phir bhi
sahi galat tumhara main
mujhe paana paana hai khud ko
...
Jo bhi main kehna chahoon
Barbaad karen alfaaz mere
Alfaaz mere
...
Written originally on 09-JAn-2014 and corrected on 23-Aug-2015.
i dont know when am gonna stop starting something with a question and end something with a question... be it..
these days i feel am old... dont know if am wise... i still dont know what to do when... the thing i do confidently goes exactly the opposite way and the things i do in dilemma goes the way it should have gone.. so the fear stays.
question should be what is right and wrong? does wiseness always take you to the right things or the righteous things?
always i live with question.
when i tell am a follower, they deny it and tell am a leader.
when i try to lead, they knock me down and tell 'follow'.
what should be done when?, i don't have a clue.
when i know all that, should i call myself experienced?
what is that am going through now then, is it not an experience?
the world is a nice place. i believe it strongly. all, around, are nice people. you have to know them through their eyes. we can't do that anytime, so it is not gonna be a nice place. i give way for everyone to do what they want, that leads to me being used up, people who love me tell that at the point of love.
if time is a continuum, why is not happiness continuing like sadness does.
the boy in me has always been curious, ready to do things. open for anything. which has got him so much scar. now he is little reluctant. he is confused. people tell things and he just does not want to do it. he thinks. he waits. when he does again he is left with scar but nothing else. so what has changed? am yet to find. only thing right now i know is the boy is suffocating. he wishes to, just be. how can that be allowed? no. no. no.
never should anyone be let become free of themselves. they should be in love, they should be in relation, they should be in bond, they should be in misery. a free person will be love instead of being in love, that is what many people tell. i have not seen anyone being love, i have just see people being in and out of love accroding to their convenience.
i wish to increase my concisouness. i know am gonna find it one or the other way, when i do it, i know that what i would tell will not be understood. people understand only what they want to, the way they want to, the way it is convenient for them, and the reason only known/unknown to them.
so langauages, words, this writing, blog, everything is only for myself as only i can understand it as written. whoever reads it, would read it through their eyes and end up understanding the meanings they know...
this thing has somehow got so well into my heart because of which i talk less, people tell am boring, my very own best buddy, after all these years, that is a blow man. it makes me more close to what is called as sanity.
it is beautifully told in these lines,
...
Maine yehi socha hai aksar
tu bhi main bhi sabhi hain sheeshe
khud hi ko hum sabhi mein dekhen
nahi hoon main hoon main to phir bhi
sahi galat tumhara main
mujhe paana paana hai khud ko
...
Jo bhi main kehna chahoon
Barbaad karen alfaaz mere
Alfaaz mere
...
Written originally on 09-JAn-2014 and corrected on 23-Aug-2015.
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