Tuesday, August 5, 2008

I sometimes feel that I am breathing on borrowed time…Time that I need to plead, borrow and steal from someone else...I do not know how this happens...but it does…I have developed a sudden craving for noise...silence sounds deafening…Any noise…any kind of noise...it just has to be some sort of noise…not any sound…but noise…it’s more like a hopeless attempt to drown the silence I feel growing inside mee...I walk through busy streets, rambling my way through the world, earning a living and yet...nothing...Nothing registers…There is no sound, no color, no pain, no heat, no cold, no emotion, no land, no people…its only a survival on borrowed air…

Today, I stood alone watching the sun go down...i had done this earlier many times while getting back home from school…I had stood at the same place, where I was yesterday, to witness the most powerful getting engulfed by darkness…I have appreciated the orange hues turning purple…Mesmerizing…yes it still is...

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1 comment:

One man army said...

Good one...
Keep on writing.its like somebody is watching lonlyness and nature together and enjoying an awesoem experience...

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