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My thoughts makes me wonder yet again , why other side always has to be greener??? i ask out in disgust knowing yet again there is only silence that i would hear. A voice deep within like its been all the time within me waiting to be heard. A voice which seemed to be so familiar to me asked me with the same tone like i am hearing my own, " I have always shown you both the sides, then why did you choose to see the one which is greener ?"
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Sitting across a beach i let my thoughts drift yet again. The waves touching my feet make me think how my life had been. Like these waves lot many people touched my life like no one ever did before. The waves which touches you and then returns to be a part of what it was before. These persons where the waves which touched me to help me with that part of life , when i thought i would fumble but they where there to hold me tight though they had to return to be part from where they came.Though i wish they stayed but i know they have played their part.We are all like a wave waiting to be touched and to touch. I know now , even i have been a wave to touch someones life like no one ever did , to help them through the time when they needed and to return to be a part of my life again..... waiting to be touched.
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I asked to Him one day , " O lord, why doesnt any one hear when i am sad ? why do they need to close their ears?. Lord smiled and said . " you seemed to be sad, let me tell u a story . what do you want to listen happy or sad one?. Too excited to hear a story i said," O lord i would like to hear happy one?". Lord smiled and asked me reason. I replied " O lord, my life is already filled with sadness, hearing a sad story will make me more sad". Lord smiled and said " maybe now you know why everyone close their ears when they hear sad story".
I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.
