Four directions emanates from my brain-stem, boundaries unknown. Unaware of where do they land or if they could concur except for their origin cognized that’s me. They start from me yet, and yet they lose hold of me. I try to look, beyond my vision, and I see them smudged in rains, some at their yield point almost broken and at plasticity, some refraining to even come backwards to have a word ,some beclouded by my own virtue, desires and slants.
I try to make amends between all four but then they are recalcitrant and they have this shield protect like sun control cream having PH value that I cannot plow. How does it feel when someone you belong turns you off? Know what ?? Know what ?? I know exactly how it feels. My thoughts disown me sheer seconds after they uprose.
No sooner do I tend to take off, some unwelcomed directions land in to sabotage my fears of thoughts. And they come from my very own siblings trying to find DIRECTION for my life. Now, None, None of these, none of these concur. Nor do I wish to make them meet, intrude or intervene.
My life is managed by my editing tools sans an Undo. I make it bright , I make it colorless. I crop it if I wish to. I would !! I want my smart layer held fast. I filter it. I have its curve.
One fine day these directions shall meet with discernment. I don’t know when, where and how but I am working on it. Am I?? kidding am i? and when they shall, THE DAY WILL BE MINE ! Even if they do not, mere thought is plenty to keep myself stable.
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