Imprints
My mind has been churning nothing. It's becoming a chaotic orange-coloured- messed up web. Even the spider has forgotten the path it once weaved. But, I want to be a part of this entanglement that looks like a design that I want to explore more? Why am I getting more attracted to this elusive delusion that's getting thicker and thicker as it pulls me to it's epicentre? So much such that, even when there comes a tiny speck of light, I take a step back not to enter the limelight for fear of being seen. The light becomes a strange phenomenon, endangering my living. The familiarity of darkness is more than natural.Its a habitat. An oasis. Survival of the fittest or the other way? I can do everything. And I can do nothing.
A butterfly flew by.As I see their wings, I am caught by the patterns. What freedom the wings would have enjoyed when it released itself from the cocoon. Will I ever experience such Xtreme Xstasy? Is it wrong to think about jumping from the top of the mountain to experience that one moment ? I want to. The birds will be within my proximity. I will hear their wings flap by. I will land on the clouds. Experience bliss. I will float on the hymns sung by the angels of deep blue sky.
God emphasises the colours of his palette on butterflies. I think he was doped when he created them. When they pass in front of the sun, you see their silhouettes. They look like little devils.
I am lsitening to Deep Blue Sea - Deep Forest
A butterfly flew by.As I see their wings, I am caught by the patterns. What freedom the wings would have enjoyed when it released itself from the cocoon. Will I ever experience such Xtreme Xstasy? Is it wrong to think about jumping from the top of the mountain to experience that one moment ? I want to. The birds will be within my proximity. I will hear their wings flap by. I will land on the clouds. Experience bliss. I will float on the hymns sung by the angels of deep blue sky.
God emphasises the colours of his palette on butterflies. I think he was doped when he created them. When they pass in front of the sun, you see their silhouettes. They look like little devils.
I am lsitening to Deep Blue Sea - Deep Forest
posted by Incognito at 1:05 PM
6 Comments:
hey anu..
of course i remember u.. will read ur blog..its very different...i knew u were good with arts..with writing too..u are su[per...cool..
take care
hey arch, thanks for looking me up! am gonna blog-roll you, to keep a constant watch over you! :) tc
emmm..interesting...
Hmm. You're fascinated with butterflies, but I can't blame you.
The only thing is that they are here one moment, gone the next, flitting through life without the least worry - and getting squashed for it... why?
Camphor : Well, if you put it that way, we should actually learn from them. Maybe they got squashed, but they did what they want - flying carefree. We always think once, twice thrice before putting our foot down. Ya, we need to be careful, but sometimes we tend to become over-precautious.. that in the middle, we forget the pleasure of trying..
What I don't understand is... why are they squashed for it? They do what we want to do.
Perhaps that is it. :)
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