For some time he kept on behaving as if he was more subconscious than he actually was, as if the flower budded with wilt to wilt more. The sun seemed like settling both in east and west. He dragged himself to a corner which was so dark, hot and swampy that even the most blood thirstiest buffalo mosquitoes relented him.The outside could never know of what he was going through. Such was this poet of ours that he never let anybody know about his discontented psychedelics. Making others laugh and laugh your self as well, as heartily is as difficult as is too make others weep and weep yourself that heartily. Still he did manage to look 'alright' and 'OK' to people who seemed to care rather pamper him.
There is bound to come some change to every thing on this earth, be it human or be it a dead stone. Some thing can never continue to be the same till time lasts.The change needs an excuse to sprout up, and then the change takes over as if there nothing was anything even near to being in the earlier shape.You start observing a bud of rose to bloom, watching it every day in the morning to find it the same until the petals spill to show as there never was any bud.
There is bound to come some change to every thing on this earth, be it human or be it a dead stone. Some thing can never continue to be the same till time lasts.The change needs an excuse to sprout up, and then the change takes over as if there nothing was anything even near to being in the earlier shape.You start observing a bud of rose to bloom, watching it every day in the morning to find it the same until the petals spill to show as there never was any bud.
He was walking his usual aisle this afternoon unaware of the position of the sun and he found it too scorching, looked up towards the sizzling firmament. His vibes told that he hated the sun like if there would have been enough capability in him he would have cut it into two and dip them both in the sea of tranquility for ever.In retaliation he never moved his eyes from the scorcher He then saw it, a small patch of cloud sailing through the vast expanse. It was sailing so slowly that the process took over eternity to make the shadow reach the face. Then the eyes blinked,took long to open as if gone to a long long sleep. The opening eyes were again greeted by the sun but this time did not get the curse. The thought flashed across his mind that it is the individual himself who elongates the cursed time and shortens the blissful moments. He went on with his walk and was feeling little reconciliated.
