There are still tears in my eyes
and today I wonder why.. I am sensitive and I don’t know what makes me cry. It’s
all emotional but the only enquiry I hold is why??
I don’t have reasons. The best
part of it lies in the source that brings this creation to the stage. The gap
between the bodies I hold and me is still not clear. I may exhibit many
emotions, but there’s something I am looking for which exists beyond the
visible. What appears right to me may remain a conception, and the only beauty that exists lies in witnessing it.
All this knowledge leaves a
person with the honorable designation of an actor. We can also call ourselves
liars, if that sounds better. The only practice that life offers me, is now wet
with tears. I call it sorrow which is but laughable for others. When they cry
it’s me who laughs. However I want to question the validity of the happenings.
There’s still a gap that I witness which differentiates me from all the pain I
experience.
Life isn’t the truth!! This is
what I feel. It isn’t even close to something like that. What we see in this
world is nothing but our own selves. So, what are you making fun of??
I am in love with these words
which come through me. It helps me dissipate the energy that builds out of
emotions. It is the sadness today and the anger tomorrow, but I still question…
HOW DOES IT MATTER??
