For all the times I sit down to write I always am at a loss of words...
And whenever there is not anything in sight to jot down on...
My mind starts like a typewriter with a phantom writer...bah...
Gone are d days wen there was my favorite window sill on which I could comfortably fit upon...
Have the breeze gently cajole me into the deep waters of imagination where life was as I pleased..
Where wishes were made to be fulfilled and where there was no sight and sound of pain...
All that existed was me and my pen...
The scribbling noise and d flipping pages was d most pleasant music to me and the sight overlooking the window was my wonderland where I could gaze on incessantly to find meanings to many a unsolved question only to find 'now' that those answers were very much in my mind..
Every tiny soul that passed by made my heart jump in glee and I wanted to swoop down on all the happiness and fly...
Not much has changed today and still today with heights I feel like jumping into nothingness and to feel the swoosh of the restless wind..
Why the wind is so my companion..
Sees me through thick n thin and yet stays dere inspite of me kicking into it in disgust at what man has become today...
Pain has become quite a part that I need to be reminded that happiness is at the door...
But the moment the door opens happiness merges into thin air and lo!! I need to remind myself again that if sorrow is here joy wont be far away....but yet life does retain small pleasures which are created only to give the mightiest pleasures...
Whatsoever life has given me I am oh so glad and I vow to show life's true meaning to all irrespective of anything at all...
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