It is always good to forget encomium as soon as possible and turn back inside to look within where my god is still standing with the same coat of my being. It feels like being used and thrashed and adjudged and being scanned by bevy of people where my personal hut of reverie is lost somewhere in the midst of limelight and glamour of attention. It feels in such cases that we have been estranged to ourselves where the bareness of fragments further explores the nudity of the same being who needs not to be discussed and seen so frequently in the socialised world. It becoems hard and a bit source of thinking when the instinctive equipoise is disrupted and we try to find our selves nowhere.
Eulogy is good to ears but should travel a path not to the mind but to the memories only to be dusted off often whenever retrospection is required. ........will come back tommorrow......
Eulogy is good to ears but should travel a path not to the mind but to the memories only to be dusted off often whenever retrospection is required. ........will come back tommorrow......
