I visualise them.
My future and my present locking horns in a battle.
Right in front of me whilst the macrocosm in my head spins in a pirouette, It announces itself stonkered after floundering so much.
Will they ever glance at me and consider what I actually have been longing for? What I actually want is so far fetched yet so basic.
I demand humble things.
Kind minds with kinder souls, Eyes that can study me, Ears that can catch my silence, words that can pour warmth to the cold shattered pieces and hands that can lead me.Irony is apparently these are the most materialistic elements today.
What I actually want is not to stay stagnant in present and rot.What i actually want is not to chase future so much that I lose the sight of my spot.
The deep rooted negative discourse has me turning and tossing. The bedspread tangled in a web is much easier to untangle than the web of my unchanneled thoughts.
Do I want this? Maybe the web is yet to be untangled, yet to be threaded into a single fragile silk string.
The bedspread tangled in a web is much easier to untangle than the web of my unchanneled thoughts.
Do I want this? The present, holding me to dream while the future asking me chase it.
Its okay.. a tiny voice inside me resonates.
Somewhere deep inside me, it tugs. They call it conscience, I call it inside noise.
Maybe the silk string is getting stronger everytime they try to pull it and tangle it more.
I let them both play with the strings and tangle it more and more for me. I let them once, twice, thrice. Oh, who are they kidding?
But there comes a night when these 4 am thoughts decide for me and the silk string.
It is enough.
The string has strenghtened. Now whoever tries to pull it, get a nasty deep cut.
Note : Many thanks to my dear friend Vaishnavi Surve for helping me out.