Sometimes everything looks so distant, that you can’t even connect to yourself. There is so much swirling inside my head and I’m feeling so distracted, detached from almost everything. I’m not sure if this is good, bad or neither. I’ve believed, always believed that how I feel about something is unaffected by mundanity of things. It’s unscathed, springing out of what I am. Probably it’s time to rethink, redesign, realign.
An Evening's Impressions
On an evening like this, quiet, Soft, smooth and scarlet hanging flabbily out of the blueprints of a humdrum day of early summers Dirty as I roved in the porch watching blue herons serenading on the green branches of the Mango tree, the thought that clicked me first wasn’t of yesterday’s memories, or today’s accomplishments or tomorrow’s clear-cut charts or of the meadows full of green rain-soaked grass with heaps of moss gleaming in moonlight, or of where the stars hide in the day but of an ordinary world with ordinary things. It seemed the perfect moment to say a good-bye to this hyperbolized world and its gaudy lights and intemperate facades and to return into the lanes of a wrinkle-free world full of geese and swans. fairy tales slipping out of the pockets and memories from childhood taking form of sounds and noises, into aimless ramblings of the dreams and the magic-filled nights, which followed the motion of the stars and eavesdropped the silent whispers that the gasping earth ma...
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