It would be a strange ask by anyone, if it is something like this, “What do you want to be, if given a chance”. No one has been that patient enough to ask me this question. To soothe my thinking heart, I answer this self posed question, which goes as echo in the ridges of my mind.
A feet away from the end line
A Foot away from the Flag hole
A move away from check mate
A step away from home run.
The four lines above, are at the edge of the scene. Athlete takes a deep breathe to put the last step forward to cross the end line.
When a ball is a feet away from the hole moving towards it, golfer fills his heart with the same.
When about to make a final move for the check mate, with a smile in eyes a similar breathe passes through this player’s thoughts.
The same breathe adds a tense to the mood of the base ball player, running with his eyes on the ball, which is a step away from the home run with a man standing for it.
All above 4 men, will feel lucky of taking that breathe and being alive to make to the moment an cherish the success. It is the sense that this breathe is going leave on men, which they happen to recollect later to this.
Every time thought about “The Breathe”, it adds pulse to blood and impulse to thoughts.
I wish to be this breathe at a success. Though I live for a while, I want such a life.
Tuesday 18 March 2008
Tuesday 4 March 2008
Eyes Shadow on the Smile
When a tiny,black particle resides inside your thoughts, which makes its presence in every way you think, and every other way you act....
That spins and spins the shivering spirals, which miss their orbits quite often, leaving yourself, rather your "self", in a sense created by a scene in which Silence killed itself, and peace made into pieces...
the peace above was in attaining ethical sense to your thoughts, and silence was at their purity...
all this happens in a closed shell, which is not accessible easily, yet throws its results out...
The results above, rather ousted results above, disturbs coherence, the mind has with the thoughts..., leaves a thirsty deep feel awaiting for a soothing moist air to pass through, and finally strikes the eyes and gives a drift in the behaviour...
Silly lips, wants to make a sensible impact in this havoc, but couldn't actually notice, the eyes already had their shadow on them...
That spins and spins the shivering spirals, which miss their orbits quite often, leaving yourself, rather your "self", in a sense created by a scene in which Silence killed itself, and peace made into pieces...
the peace above was in attaining ethical sense to your thoughts, and silence was at their purity...
all this happens in a closed shell, which is not accessible easily, yet throws its results out...
The results above, rather ousted results above, disturbs coherence, the mind has with the thoughts..., leaves a thirsty deep feel awaiting for a soothing moist air to pass through, and finally strikes the eyes and gives a drift in the behaviour...
Silly lips, wants to make a sensible impact in this havoc, but couldn't actually notice, the eyes already had their shadow on them...
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