Never on words, feelings flow like water in the spring,
shocks that break the rhythm of pain when living the life as the shadow is. Darkness
is neither start nor the end; it is where at times I feel separated from
seen-unseen world. It feels like heading toward nirvana. Living life in vain to
relieve from pain is not my ignorance but is sick aptitude.
I always ask, Why questions never die? They follow the trail
I have never paved. Lonely I am, where I am but why without permission do the feelings
disturb my meditation. I want to be free, as birds, as butterfly, as wind and
ultimately as the feeling itself is.
Nowhere, I run to seek the answers. So they are left
unanswered. As I don’t follow any rigid rules, I am free to do what I like. Like
if the life is an open game that I play alone. Yes, I want to hide all those
questions into memories so no other individual will approach to them and try to
find what if they would do in situation as I am.
I wonder why don’t I
want answers? A funny question to go with. It’s just the game of words. I only
believe in feeling. The senses say it all. It is easy to believe in the behavior
then the words. It is easy to wait and see then to guess the alternatives. It
is easy to leave the questions unattended then to seek the answers. It is what
it is.
Chained by questions or, say I have into my custody the
questions that I created made me weight heavier than usual. Who let the
feelings flow like water in the spring? Why do the shocks break the rhythm of
pain when living the life as light as the shadow is? And, why am I weighing
heavy?
