The metaphors in life sometimes seem to give pleasure and fun when we are wet with ennui and wish to frame personal fables that have characters who are real . My sun inside has turned pallid and the heart intersticed ,I don't know how and with what to fill them up. On a day if time passes on the track without stumbling or without offering much lonelinness,the day appears to be perfect. We meet a number of people in our lives whose lives in some or the other hits our urchin sitting inside who gets erupted time to time but doesn't have the enough courage to continue the line of desire and merge it with the strip of reality.
Watching a dancer tapping her /his feet with all the aura of their hardships and efforts behind startles the dancer within who comes and practices on the mercy of me whenever I would like to come out the way I have been moving to the path laid by my dreams.That time I dance and dance and jauntily dance and live up like a true dancer.
Seeing an artist sketching his subjects with his free hand making them alive and allowing them to speak through his canvas,the artist inside comes along and waves his hands with a pencil or a brush to spread the colours he would put from the canvas to the soul.Those few hours I live like a true thinker and a hearty artist.
Reading the lines of soulful and commensurative poet or a writer who seem to have a simile forte' the instinctive prolixity comes to its life and the words swim along my paper sliding through my hands.It is truely a matter of fatalism because not everytime the writer is verbose with his original stuff,but when it is I live like a creator and a dreamer..........
What if I want to play roles of each one of them and many more to make my life knitted in my own way.An apothegm says "don't sigh ,it chases out the good luck inside you". it seems to betrue if we sigh too much because the humph is the carrier of your loosing hopes in all the above characters and others. I have kept them joyfully alive till now with a little discrepancy among each one of them and would wish to be that way always,the only thing that bothers me is that when everyone fights and bickers marking their donnism or otherwise they quit,what if this materialistic approach enters inside me????
Watching a dancer tapping her /his feet with all the aura of their hardships and efforts behind startles the dancer within who comes and practices on the mercy of me whenever I would like to come out the way I have been moving to the path laid by my dreams.That time I dance and dance and jauntily dance and live up like a true dancer.
Seeing an artist sketching his subjects with his free hand making them alive and allowing them to speak through his canvas,the artist inside comes along and waves his hands with a pencil or a brush to spread the colours he would put from the canvas to the soul.Those few hours I live like a true thinker and a hearty artist.
Reading the lines of soulful and commensurative poet or a writer who seem to have a simile forte' the instinctive prolixity comes to its life and the words swim along my paper sliding through my hands.It is truely a matter of fatalism because not everytime the writer is verbose with his original stuff,but when it is I live like a creator and a dreamer..........
What if I want to play roles of each one of them and many more to make my life knitted in my own way.An apothegm says "don't sigh ,it chases out the good luck inside you". it seems to betrue if we sigh too much because the humph is the carrier of your loosing hopes in all the above characters and others. I have kept them joyfully alive till now with a little discrepancy among each one of them and would wish to be that way always,the only thing that bothers me is that when everyone fights and bickers marking their donnism or otherwise they quit,what if this materialistic approach enters inside me????
