To go by the words in others book it can come by age and when you are socially aware but here I would like to say, “it's not what you think, it's what you can imagine others in the places” Or how you relate to yourself to your conscious or subconscious.
How is walking alone with a cigarette gripped tightly along the curls of my lips. I saw a creek in the world that was broken and below it up pond ran on its own with a concrete road leading to the main highway. I just sat there, only to be instantly captivated by myriad thoughts of which I can recollect most clearly was a farmer, a very thin emaciated man in a dhoti and kurta, standing in the meds of his parched land playing uncultivated.
A woman trying to sneak out of her hut, she was looking for something.
I then drifted towards myself; this sudden realization had a much more profound delight on my newly discovered will. There will I made to myself a night ago. The thoughts were not my regulars, but they were differently placed in priority. How soon priorities switch into misplaced priorities and mistaken love. I am trying to decipher the cause of my being unwilling to embrace what others do, I want in my dream do anything just to please anyone, and that's the way it is.
Sometimes ignorance to a cause leads me to do all unwanted stuff and I wanted to change. The events that go by are just past now, they must be buried under a hatchet in the backyard of my soul. My never-ending quest for love has done too many things for me it made me aware of myself at first and the and the people around me. What do people do in the name of this euphemistic feeling. The thirst is yet to be quenched, and I will move on in life, I have said to myself.
To my own apprehensions I'm not worried or trouble by anything s for now I am complacent in the state of turmoil.