Dear Diary,
Rage outcast, out of nowhere
memories come and go flickering every object still, predominant blaze of
thunders hitting hard, sub-consciousness is waved and suddenly a sun sign.
Happiness all around, the emotional stability for time being, Love as I thought
of appeared and embraced me, diluted me into the particles and I can sense
every atoms I am formed of, me lost within you.
Subliminal point of my offerings
and submission where lovers fall into the world of unknown, surrender
themselves to the peak, time and again in unknown quest, a quest of life.
Delusional state of mind, sometime acted weird, a love thirst or lust I am
unaware but still I tried to control every feelings that tries to conquer my
real self to be in the arms of devil and turn me into one. I tried, I tried
very hard, I asked myself if I am doing right, a answer came within that she is
your love and my wish for submission turned into you.
Conscience be the way, when
seasons of spring captivate the life the carnival begins. The season changes
but not the face of love. Relative motions of earth sun and moon make this air
so fresh where every creature existing be the emblem of my love. For all the
time when you are digesting a rejection from a loved one with whom you dreamt a
future with and that never turned into love. And the faces you see was only
hers in very passage of love and every flirt you made with others just to zest
up your love desire, but non fulfilled.
Suddenly, the season of love came
back again. There she stood in a corridor and me, I couldn’t stop myself
kissing her. I hold her, and it was so deep as she dug a deep chest knot in me,
I hold her in my arms wishing tonight be the longest night and I have to go
nowhere as her heart was my home, I aimed. The burial right of certain memory,
a cremation of love long lost and again a sparkle, BOOM she is here and what
memory did I burnt? What passage I ran that made me meet her in every junctions
of life. I surely ran away from her and I ran for long but what how can she
meet me in the same way time and again play with the innocence and boom again,
Lost.
Today, I stood in two boat,
confused where to go and which sails me to my destination. One boat I have seen
but never known what it’s made up second is an image whose compound I know but
don’t know how it is. In three subways
standing in the midst with one being a life and other two my heart, the
palpitation is rigid with high mind diversion. Confused within, life seriously
is turning upside down while my life scattered in pieces is way out of reach
and collecting single piece to make one shape, Ah question marks again what had
been hiding? Am I going to figure it out right? Dear Diary I full stop now and
will continue one day soon about the things I will get in my hands in a day to
come.
