A Thought by :Sthitaprajna
Sitting in front of the verandah, having no thought, no feel, no dream, no existence, no existing, no surrounding, the mind has become as wide as the galaxy, as deep as the ocean which itself is not confined, rather getting the shape when when u put it in some form. In the horizon, as the day retires...the evening bride steps in..tiptoeing in to the verandah of my lonely thoughts, quietly igniting me.
Without any reason , the breath is getting heavier, teardrops welled up...for no reason, featherweight pranced someone into my mind..fleetingly touched leaving no footprint behind..Someone touches...but i cant see her...but i cant see her...
Once every while, when hearts did not unite, reincarnated relationships, appears generations later....problems stood still, but the fickle mind, picked up grieving of a life left behind...sometimes our own heart becomes our own enemy, although belonging to us, yet bearing the pain of another....."So sweet is my dilemma as my heart is a foreigner"...
This heart holds secrets rather deep... How i lost my golden dreams....my dreams and these dreams alone are my own...Even their shadow shall not be separated from me...It shall linger...long after...
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