Looking ahead....

I love having.....

a love-song on my lips,

the sun over my shoulders,

the sand under my feet,

a carefree spirit that I'm proud of,

a mind cleansed of sorrows,

a heart filled with hopes,

a dream that guides me through

the pathways of life,

and

in my eyes the horizon

that stretches far and wide.

You know, I am looking ahead,

or, it's better to say, I'm trying to.

I'm trying hard to break free from the shackles

of the mutilated memories,

and maimed episodes

of mirth......

they are yet to be a part of

some long-forgotten past,

I am struggling

to reside in the cusp of

past & present,

I am trying hard,

believe me,

I am looking ahead.

Emptiness..

Am dwelling here.......

and I do not rue my luck......

not right now at least.

But am hopeful that I do not stay here for good......

that'd hardly be a bliss........

just ..... let me live in the moment, for now.

Not a loner....

Facing the sea....

lost in contemplation....

I'm lonely now,

but am not a loner....

Quality time...... with oneself

No, I am NOT crying out loud seeking attention!

I am COMMUNICATING with my self!

Spending quality time with one's own self is important. It helps one recuperate, rejuvenate, and reconnect. Hence, that's my recommendation to all my friends.

Love is.....

Love is.....

Love is blind,

love is hopelessness when one realizes

how blind one had been,

now, that the love is gone,

or is it really gone,

can love really disappear -

vanish into thin air,

can love evaporate and

change form

if love changes form and content,

then why do the remnants keep

tormenting

night & day......?

Love is.....

listening to the song

FIREFLIES

by Owl City:

"You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep"

Lonesome, still.

Lonesome. Missing you. Old story. Old agonies.

Yet to find the rainbow at the end of the road.

crazy.... funny....

Sometimes it's crazy to be funny; sometimes it's funny to be crazy!

One can opt for getting crazy in the company of odd fellow travelers, who have been journeying through life - mostly just regaling as a passive onlooker - or, one can even choose to get crazy all by oneself.