global gyan part: 2
i guess i have slipped into one of my senti modes[read: annoying] hence wanted to publish what i had painstakingly written one frustrated evening when all i wanted to do was turn around and run. from what? dunno...just wanted to run away...from logic, from people who were making sense...or maybe just wanted to run away from people...!! ohkay again slipping deeper into my senti mode. before i incurably get into my senti mode...i'll paste my 'oh-so-senti' piece of work.
actually...wanted to see it published some day...looks like my dream of seeing it published is coming true...;)
Here goes:
The rustle of the leaves and the soft lullaby of the autumn breeze all remind me of the times that I have wished to live. . .
The sweet melody of the birds coming back from south reminds me of the dreams that I dreamt. . .
The humble humming of the hills makes me aware of the times that have passed by but cannot be re-lived. . .
The gentle wafts of water remind me of the dreams that have been lost in tears. . .
The melancholic sunset reminds me of the dreams of walking hand-in-hand towards a future; the dreams that have come alive . . . but someone else seems to be living them. . .
The autumn morning rings in everyday to bring the monotonous days filled with aimlessness, despair and a sense of hopelessness.A hopelessness that makes me wary about dreaming dreams which threaten to come true in someone else’s life and break my heart yet again. . .
actually...wanted to see it published some day...looks like my dream of seeing it published is coming true...;)
Here goes:
The rustle of the leaves and the soft lullaby of the autumn breeze all remind me of the times that I have wished to live. . .
The sweet melody of the birds coming back from south reminds me of the dreams that I dreamt. . .
The humble humming of the hills makes me aware of the times that have passed by but cannot be re-lived. . .
The gentle wafts of water remind me of the dreams that have been lost in tears. . .
The melancholic sunset reminds me of the dreams of walking hand-in-hand towards a future; the dreams that have come alive . . . but someone else seems to be living them. . .
The autumn morning rings in everyday to bring the monotonous days filled with aimlessness, despair and a sense of hopelessness.A hopelessness that makes me wary about dreaming dreams which threaten to come true in someone else’s life and break my heart yet again. . .
posted by etoile at Friday, April 14, 2006
2 Comments:
Running away from logic and people dont imply sentamentality ra!(courtesy: My dictionary).i think u were looking for solitude and experience a feeling of being with oneself..completely..to touch a sense of totality in thoughts.
Your writing surprised me.No offence, but i didnt know that your mind flies in the skies of this kind too.Nice revelation for me,that you write good stuff, which is a reason,good enough to bring me to your blog..now and then.
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