Its all so relative, for i at this moment want seconds to pass faster than the normal pace; yet they dont and i know for sure that a few moments later i would want them to slow down and again they wont. Perhaps i would be with her for a small moment. A blended communication without much interference of words. I am sorrie dear for limiting my words for am a bit selfish to stare and listen to all that you say. For I would want to collect all these moments for it would let me live a bit longer when am lone.
Ever sat on the stones with your feet dipped in the flowing water of the clear stream? Ever stood still with the sea waves washing sands below your feet. Am sure you must have felt the sound soothing breeze blowing by your chin. The breeze, the stream as they move leave an imprint unerasable. Even if you try so hard you cannot hold it. Dear its always been the same with you. I just grow a bit silent for i try hard to hold all words you speak ... record all events but you like the breeze just pass away farther and farther. I have been a lil lucky to have a bit more time yet as its comming to an end I am afraid from within. I blabber for there's an outburst inside. Few seconds hence i would be back on the timeline with all these moments we shared, in your presence everywhere, for again these eyes seeks you in all that it sees. Its not that. I cant see you or I need a picture but cant talk to you or touch you even if you persist.
I am amazed on your comprehension of maya and things around you and your innocent questions make me rethink on my abilities and assumptions on the working of nature. For sure I am a feeble, man trying to play with the balls that i get for probably never had a choice to the get the balls I always wanted. May be with time.
You ask me for freedom. I just wonder how free we are. We are all bound to the timeline which will end with us lying alone trying to seek eternal peace, they say. This timeline is composed of our increasing complex relationships with beautiful biological creations. Each creation comes with certain expectations. Our timeline divided into moments. I realise how bound we are and am filled with an internal pain as I see your innoccent eyes similar to that of a caged bird trying harder each time to fly free. For some time I think if i had enough powers that if i could touch your forehead and free you from all bonds, yet at the next moment i realise how bound i am.
The trains speeding fast towards my destination and i look at the trees passing by. So free even if they are immovable. Free to grow, expand... like the birds free to fly in the open air. Perhaps we aint born free or may be we dont realise what freedom means. Never mind dear we will at some point understand the reason for everything. Not yet!
She tells me that shes loosing patience, it pains, her tears dry on face for shes incapable of wiping it off .. yet smiles and looks at me with those damp eyes. Her voice trembles as she tries to speak. Legs dont move. Hes been trying hard to bind us all through his life. I wonder how long and i question why and for what? They wonder as i smile back on things ...
All i can say is i tend to grow loner like a man inside an asylum with such thoughts, questioning why seeking you for the some moments even its an hypothesis far from reality. Wish could have had some more time. Cant thank you much for all those moments you have given me, leaving me indebted for life. Thats the irony of freedom .. even if you are free you are bound somewhere and probably thats the beauty......
Ever sat on the stones with your feet dipped in the flowing water of the clear stream? Ever stood still with the sea waves washing sands below your feet. Am sure you must have felt the sound soothing breeze blowing by your chin. The breeze, the stream as they move leave an imprint unerasable. Even if you try so hard you cannot hold it. Dear its always been the same with you. I just grow a bit silent for i try hard to hold all words you speak ... record all events but you like the breeze just pass away farther and farther. I have been a lil lucky to have a bit more time yet as its comming to an end I am afraid from within. I blabber for there's an outburst inside. Few seconds hence i would be back on the timeline with all these moments we shared, in your presence everywhere, for again these eyes seeks you in all that it sees. Its not that. I cant see you or I need a picture but cant talk to you or touch you even if you persist.
I am amazed on your comprehension of maya and things around you and your innocent questions make me rethink on my abilities and assumptions on the working of nature. For sure I am a feeble, man trying to play with the balls that i get for probably never had a choice to the get the balls I always wanted. May be with time.
You ask me for freedom. I just wonder how free we are. We are all bound to the timeline which will end with us lying alone trying to seek eternal peace, they say. This timeline is composed of our increasing complex relationships with beautiful biological creations. Each creation comes with certain expectations. Our timeline divided into moments. I realise how bound we are and am filled with an internal pain as I see your innoccent eyes similar to that of a caged bird trying harder each time to fly free. For some time I think if i had enough powers that if i could touch your forehead and free you from all bonds, yet at the next moment i realise how bound i am.
The trains speeding fast towards my destination and i look at the trees passing by. So free even if they are immovable. Free to grow, expand... like the birds free to fly in the open air. Perhaps we aint born free or may be we dont realise what freedom means. Never mind dear we will at some point understand the reason for everything. Not yet!
She tells me that shes loosing patience, it pains, her tears dry on face for shes incapable of wiping it off .. yet smiles and looks at me with those damp eyes. Her voice trembles as she tries to speak. Legs dont move. Hes been trying hard to bind us all through his life. I wonder how long and i question why and for what? They wonder as i smile back on things ...
All i can say is i tend to grow loner like a man inside an asylum with such thoughts, questioning why seeking you for the some moments even its an hypothesis far from reality. Wish could have had some more time. Cant thank you much for all those moments you have given me, leaving me indebted for life. Thats the irony of freedom .. even if you are free you are bound somewhere and probably thats the beauty......
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