leefdednob

Been a long time i guess i have had a chance to pass by the silent lake in the hearts of powai which further adds to the grace of the areas surrounding it. Unlike those turbulent waves of the sea which roar at periodic intervals, silence governs the water here. Its been here for years now I guess, the lake. Sometimes drying up in the summer and filling back in the rain with fresh water. The big dark pit down there which holds up the water to stale and freshen up with time i guess as the cycle continues. I am awed at the beauty both of them behold.

There’s roar and variance in the wild waves which come and go back spending rather less of a time with the beach sand taking a few of them along with it as it goes, eroding it gradually. Perhaps something which often a child does to a mother, or a man to a woman as both the man and the child come close roar and take whatever they want which makes them happy and go back till the time it feels the need of a similar thing once more. The woman or the mother like the beach waits again for the wave to come and erode her. I guess there should be some reason for it, may be I know not, for this mind is only an object, a subset of the larger creation. But at the same time the erosion causes jitters deep inside as it craves for a reason. Is it that the beach has been created and destined to be eroded and the waves made to force erosion or ... ...

Well, as i go deep into the sea like the lake, i find a striking element worth nothing perhaps making some sense to me. Or may be my perspective ;P... At the borders the volume of water that comprises of the waves is perhaps not as large as one goes deeper. Comparing it to love i guess its something like; with least amount of time spent the intensity of love may not be as deep. But as time passes on the depth takes turn increasing the bond where in the erosion gets converted into bond. A bond that becomes a reason for each others very own existence. The deep shallow would become meaningless if there were no water in it and without the shallow the water would have spread, flowed and dried. The shallow and the water in it; yin-yang making a complete circle i guess... A stage where the water becomes fresh and light so that it could increase its volume and on the other side the shallow feels happy about being eroded a little more so that it can perhaps contain more water... love i guess :)... The water carrying the feeling of being heavy for the shallow and feeling sad about it hoping that it should become light... The shallow on the other hand feeling sad for not being a little more deep continuously hoping to deepen more :)... Turing the sadness into a beautiful feeling that binds and stretches for all time...

... ... ... ... they are but natural and we are but human beings. Would it matter for us? The meanings engraved in the nature so true and deep, the yin yang or will those things that we create from our hands matter us more.

Even then there’s a thought that traps and clings to all that i think... I don’t know about the reason that binds me to you and i have left questioning it. There has never been a second where this mind has not felt you. And yet again as i pen this down the digital form of expression originating from you perhaps, vibrates, in my mind, in the mist. The feeling of being bonded to you is unstoppable like the lake shallow and the water... for an infinite time i guess... bonded is the feeling like leefdednob... shallow I am with you being water, the element that makes me… perhaps…