Cleaning the cupboard
this Sunday morning,
found books
soiled by a layer
Of dust and indifference.
These works of fiction
which got to live
a reality of their own
I meet one. Yet unfinished,
with a boarding pass
used as a bookmark
still @ page no 169.
This one has tarnished
a little more.
Weathered by a baggage
of expectations
or an everlasting wait??
Some stories are better unfinished...
5 comments:
How is it that evrything you write in your blog is so beautifully depressing? Wonder if cud read something beautifully beautiful in here.
Dont have comments for ur writing....your words ,make me cry. Some stories are better left unfinished...kyun? I know the reason but would still ask you. Kyun? And you would say "some questions be better left unanswered"
I vote for "How is it that evrything you write in your blog is so beautifully depressing? Wonder if cud read something beautifully beautiful in here"
jisne bhi likha hai, ekdum sahi likha hai.
after reading at your blog, I always find something inside me, drifting towards that, deep emotional face of myself, from which I want to keep away.
but the the first word in the "beautifully depressing" thing keeps pulling back to your site.
I have lived with the belief that, if u really really really want... no story would be left unfinished.
"some stories" we indeed leave "unfinished" because, they satisfy our unconsciously/consciously set/accepted thresholds/definitions/parameters for the story.
we often set these definitions based on our good experiences at an early stage in life and then, forget the skill of 'reset'ing them becoming the slave of our own definitions inspite of being its masters.
yaar hum samajh nahi paate hain,
ki hum wahi khade rah gaye, ya tum bahut aage nikal gaye !!
tumhari rachna me itna depth kaise hota hai !!
mae imagine bhi nahi kar paa raha huin.
mann ye maanne ko karta hai, ki kisi aur ka kaam hai... tab jaa ke vishvaas kar paayega mann, ki ye wahi gopal hai jisko hum jaante hain.
it touches very deep inside.
even before the mind unwinds the meaning of your words, the heart already starts reacting to it.
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