my life kinna became monotonous.. that's wat I was complaining a couple of months back.. well it might have appeared so.. but not really.. if at all I thought it has come to a standstill, it was moving at an uncomparable pace.. everything, every single living or non living piece round me was moving. I just got sum time to take a look around, rest awhile n amybe live life.. sumthing we forget while just trying to add to the excitement, get that punch, make it less routine...
human nature.. we just pray day n night for that bit of rest, a laughter shared, a smile passed, a hand held, pair of footsteps besides. n its just that moment we always await, spend the time just waiting for sumthing, looking out for a different world, for things to take a turn, change the scene n its that momnet onwards we feel we are stuck.. nothing's moving.. its a lifeless Life..
it was just then when it took a straight angle turn.. I could still see the same faces. but this time. I was the one on the move.. they appeared to b standing aloof.. farther.. they were being left behind.. Life just toppled me out of its streams.. the slower ones as I thought them to be .. Its a different world all together from the sidewalk.. m scared to the core.. but m still walking.. I want to see.. afterall I was the one waiting for this dawn.. how boring the same dusk was getting for me. I ruined it all for my own sake.. it just got outta hands, a whirlpool.. was this what I called for..
m still trying to figure out the bits.. its dark.. its lighted. its the same place have been before..
a lot of new faces have become a part of this new pathway, a few m still searching.. are they lost sumwhere, a few trying to make their way, a few that have been there.. n among all of them do I still call my life monotonous.. yes I guess this is the complaint I have... n I'll always have as long as there's life.. even today m sure walking, running at a supersonic speed, but its all fixed at a point.. nothing beyond.. nothing behind, maybe sumone's trying to catch up with me.. who feels life's still... n
how I wish that moment stayed on.. this isnt the end of that inability to move... a no excitement phase.. It has just disfigured my life in ways unknown..
I have sumthing I cannot have, I have lost sumthing I was dying to have,
someone m afraid to look back to, someone I was afraid to lose,
someplace I was dreading to stay on in, someplace I was measuring milimetres to reach,
a hand I was always looking for, a hand that taught me how to walk, stand on....
a hug I left halfway.. a hug I was running to get hold of..
( today he asked me, "can u tell me from what 'moment', after the 'moment' u have dialled my number are you trying to keep the phone down... n trying hard..."
how long m I gonna take before I get this point straight..
another swirl , another wind, a topple to the mainstream or bay..
how many more moments m I gonna ask for,
n then wait to run away from the same.. maybe until I get them)