It was not possible to move ahead or go back The wavering statues were flying in the blue sky, invited uninvited and were waiting sometimes, at the crossroads of mind, in the city of heart, for the serpentine river of past, for the melting away of ices in to tears! If you had told once then, I would have tied up with a rope that biased mind, would have requested the autumn the sun the moon, to wait a little, would have added little more fuel to the dying depleting lamp! The characters of black and white days, most often now a days, knock my doors, while sleeping, eyes closed but heart open. They say.. ' I see bad dreams'. but i love to walk around with a lantern and stick in my hand, from my intrinsic original nature to my professed acts, from lashing rains to flowing tears, heartaches from festivity of vices to the dream of Nirvana, from hopes of life to ignoring the death, from best kept secrets to always propagating lies! @ Kamakhya Image credit:https://unsplash.com
This was so beautiful to read, took me beyond mind and felt meaningful too.
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Thank you so much Pragalbha, Good times! 🙏🏻
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