The Way Back

When you have a storm of thoughts rushing from the strands of numerous stretches, all you want to do possibly is to wrap up in the bed and cry. No kidding. That is the only best solution to grace and embrace the letters from the old. While the senior misses their college days because the work life sucks, the freshmen still want their pre-university and school life finding them a lot more soothing. While the new sucks and old glows in the repeating times of cyclic sweet disasters, all of us are stuck in present-past love-hate dusky dilemma. 

I have been told that the animals at the far across forest have been making weird noises. I have been told that the ice-caps have been melting. I have been told that people have been given with freebies. I have been told that technology has cheated ample things and has never been dragged to the court. I have been told that perfumes have got weird fragrances. I have been told that the tribes have been dancing to the jungle song. I have been told that everything is a lie.

Amidst the dusky-dilemma and everything-lie are untamed ‘us’ looking for meaning and sense of wrapped prose and poetries. The scattered mess that is promised to be arranged one day, the dreams that are aimed for one day, the milestones that are set for one day, the trees that are growing for one day, the time that is waiting to loop back one day, and everything of that is looking for a way back.

If it was meant to be gift wrapped, it will be gift wrapped. If it was supposed to be a lie in proven rules, then it was a truth with the made up rules. If it was mountain, tree and water, then that is the order. If it was sun, day, moon and night, then that is the never ending loop. If it was a memory then it was the moment. Every if has an if that is fundamentally the same, not seen the same, not repeated the same and not celebrated the same. 

Sometimes, you read a page that is a story and at times, every line is a story. If you know, you know.

Way back? Yes. I am looking forward for it.