Confused.
Want to write but cannot find my words...
Want to speak but cannot find my voice...
Is there another soul in the whole Universe who will understand the silence?
Is there another person, somewhere who will hear the Unspoken, and feel the unsaid?
There is nothing to say, and yet so much to convey! Nothing?
Here I am... in the grey zone of 'Nothing'. I watch with fascination. I see the last thought flying off. The next one has not yet started to form. Suddenly, this Nothing has expanded to fill my consciousness. When did this happen? The thoughts that used to race into and from each other are now so lonely! They are not happy, or even sad. They are simply too alone to be anything else.
These thoughts that have missed the previous one, and not found the next one to rush headlong from and into, are unusual. And so is the hiatus in between- Nothing!
Everything and everybody is so busy being busy that they have lost track of what they are doing and thinking. They have stopped honouring each thought for its individual meaning. We are so used to the cluster and collection of thoughts always rising and falling in our consciousness that the grey zone of Nothing that the beginning and end of each thought gets lost. It is now- remarkable and unusual.
Can we find that place where everything becomes something and something magically dissolves into nothing?And, all of a sudden, nothing starts its own transformation- going through a vague, ill defined something to a over-arching everything.
The world is a magical place. And it is our thoughts that create the magic we feel. The magic is in the consciousness and in the moment. May be... even in the fraction of a moment.
Often times, these feelings cannot be put in language. They must be felt at a very primal, primitive level. You must be willing to just float- even as you find yourself sinking. The will to be conscious is enough.
People move on.
Those who are the dearest to you will sometimes hurt you the most.
Nothing earth-shattering will ave happened. But your world will have changed.
It does not take a tsunami or a tornado to kill a good feeling. It takes just a harsh word, in that fleeting moment before Nothing to kill the moment. Forever.
And it is these moments that define the life we live or refuse to live.
Is... Anyone...Listening???
Want to write but cannot find my words...
Want to speak but cannot find my voice...
Is there another soul in the whole Universe who will understand the silence?
Is there another person, somewhere who will hear the Unspoken, and feel the unsaid?
There is nothing to say, and yet so much to convey! Nothing?
Here I am... in the grey zone of 'Nothing'. I watch with fascination. I see the last thought flying off. The next one has not yet started to form. Suddenly, this Nothing has expanded to fill my consciousness. When did this happen? The thoughts that used to race into and from each other are now so lonely! They are not happy, or even sad. They are simply too alone to be anything else.
These thoughts that have missed the previous one, and not found the next one to rush headlong from and into, are unusual. And so is the hiatus in between- Nothing!
Everything and everybody is so busy being busy that they have lost track of what they are doing and thinking. They have stopped honouring each thought for its individual meaning. We are so used to the cluster and collection of thoughts always rising and falling in our consciousness that the grey zone of Nothing that the beginning and end of each thought gets lost. It is now- remarkable and unusual.
Can we find that place where everything becomes something and something magically dissolves into nothing?And, all of a sudden, nothing starts its own transformation- going through a vague, ill defined something to a over-arching everything.
The world is a magical place. And it is our thoughts that create the magic we feel. The magic is in the consciousness and in the moment. May be... even in the fraction of a moment.
Often times, these feelings cannot be put in language. They must be felt at a very primal, primitive level. You must be willing to just float- even as you find yourself sinking. The will to be conscious is enough.
People move on.
Those who are the dearest to you will sometimes hurt you the most.
Nothing earth-shattering will ave happened. But your world will have changed.
It does not take a tsunami or a tornado to kill a good feeling. It takes just a harsh word, in that fleeting moment before Nothing to kill the moment. Forever.
And it is these moments that define the life we live or refuse to live.
Is... Anyone...Listening???
