Silence is beautiful word, emotion, act, ruthless behaviour, powerful tool, self-belief, confidence, and 'happiness'. But does everyone gets it? How many desire for it? How many experience it? How many pursuit for it, fight for it, live for it? Well I don't know what am I doing. Where am I going. But I know what I want. I want freedom, I want to make my own rules, I want satisfaction, joy and that 'happiness'; I don't care whether that comes with fanfare or in the crowded streets or individually; but I desire it.
For the past few days I am getting restless, confused, angry, frustrated, irritated, feeling like chained. I want to shout, yell but can't do it. I want to speak but not even that. All I can do is to hear but why? I want to be myself, is that a crime, vicious desire or an immoral action.
Am I only a day-dreamer? Do I have enough courage to start? Am I strong? Or am I clear of what I want and where I want to reach? Am I a wanderer standing at a cross or in a highway or surfing the wave or riding the national speed? I don't know about any of them but I am sure that I have to go for it.
I think I've never waited to return so eagerly but its too far. I will do my work, I will be patient. But today I was very happy.
For the past few days I am getting restless, confused, angry, frustrated, irritated, feeling like chained. I want to shout, yell but can't do it. I want to speak but not even that. All I can do is to hear but why? I want to be myself, is that a crime, vicious desire or an immoral action.
Am I only a day-dreamer? Do I have enough courage to start? Am I strong? Or am I clear of what I want and where I want to reach? Am I a wanderer standing at a cross or in a highway or surfing the wave or riding the national speed? I don't know about any of them but I am sure that I have to go for it.
I think I've never waited to return so eagerly but its too far. I will do my work, I will be patient. But today I was very happy.
3 comments:
The extra distance has to be treaded by you, nobody knocks at the door anymore...
Why have all the illiterate and old men suddenly taken to philosophy!!!!
Maybe its the Indian chicken that keeps us all sane :)
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