‘Because one life, and the road divides, but who knows where they are headed and where do they meet? See ya!’- Me, on a typical 2 am moment.
From the lack of colour in it to all the shades of blue, so much energy yet so calm, and yet so many sensations, so much chaos and yet has a path to move forward, crossing all sorts of hurdles, flowing water has always mesmerized me.
The tranquility waters seeds of thoughts, which keep growing, occasionally branching and not noticed until their roots crack through the walls of my fears, where I guard them from the judging eyes of the world.
I have always been running away from my fears,from my weaknesses. And been accepting it too. That yes, let me sleep though it all. Let me escape time.
I wonder where am I headed. I ask myself if I am alive. And then I try shutting the gate of my stupid thoughts and try sleeping.
Because if I am alive? Is that even a question?
Of course I am alive.
I wonder when will I stop relating poems with you. And when will writing be not about you.
Somehow, everything here seems broken. Like my trail of thoughts.
It’s broken and it’s continues, and it is incomplete.
And probably, I like it incomplete. Because completing them, giving sense to them, would mean facing them, and hey, have I changed? No. Have you? Probably. Do you know me? Like the back of my hand.
But trust me, inside, I am still thinking, hoping.. that one life and this road divides, but lets just leave it all incomplete, let’s give us something to begin with again,
or maybe not,
but I am thinking,
our paths will cross again.
And love when you see me again, the treat will be on me!
I owe you.