..the feeling before a storm..
How to start..i dunno ..anyway never had or never tried to hav a perfect start ... so the same applies here too... life seems to be going very fast... yes..its moving but not as i expected. . i never expected it to mov lik a F1 car..it dont hav 055 engine also the energy... and yes it didnt move lik that, its somthing different.. only thing i can compare it with is the flow of a wild river..it has got its own calmness and also at some parts it go wild.. the seasons change and the water never stops.. infact the same water drop never comes back once left........the only thing that dont fit into the context is that all rivers hav destinations and my life ..i think always lacked it.. targets..ambitions..goals..
The problem with such calm flow is that it has got some lazy element in it.. more over this laziness somtimes i tend think this calmness always hides something.. lik the calm rivers suddnly burst at som point ..the waterfalls.. and all the energy acquired from this calmness, burst ..an explosion like end.. it isnt a chain reaction.. anyway its som sudden change in situations that bring about such effects.. will this life hav som exciting finish..hmm i cant say its the end.. its jus turning points as we all say.. but we cant expect such happenings..but its around the corner..the silent calmness has got something to do with the life... the twists and turns.. ups and downs as we call these sudden changes...
But i got so much to do and ther is no time....
Still dunno what to do... but ther is still an air of calmness around..
The bubble can burst at any time..Expectations .. motivations..
The path has always been walked alone..
...i too walk my path alone.. think so ..but som ppl do hang around..so will this path be crowded once again?... Time has the answer..
Hearts break, and sadly we all cry these tears.
As friends part, we reluctantly whisper
broken goodbyes into each other's ears.
Autumn approaches; the air grows crisper.
This short-lived season is changing too fast;
with it our own colors turn like the leaves.
Our greens that fade and fall downward at last,
are caught by the wind of all we achieve.
As friends part, we reluctantly whisper
broken goodbyes into each other's ears.
Autumn approaches; the air grows crisper.
This short-lived season is changing too fast;
with it our own colors turn like the leaves.
Our greens that fade and fall downward at last,
are caught by the wind of all we achieve.
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