and sometimes, some things just never change.. they dun change at all..
and tonight was the perfect example for it.. that omnipresent urge of meeting, which was subject to quite a lot of thwarting in the (very) recent past, finally gave way.. and it culminated into a "meet"..
it was again back to the favourite setting of all times.. dark nights.. lonely roads.. silent roads.. still air.. moonless sky.. un-twinkling stars.. the never ending roads.. roads to nowhere.. that lingering hope and assurance of the presence.. both physical and everything-else-other-than-physical.. that authoritative demand and its due realisation.. the puppy faced "wants".. and the gregarious returns.. with more than all that received..
and yes.. it makes me think.. that maybe.. just maybe, we do share a lot more than what we have originally bargained for.. maybe even without our conscious awareness for the same.. but yet that sub-conscious giving in, resigning ourselves to the faith.. and maybe, belief, even.. and whatever that it is, it sure runs deep..
and yes.. i know, i have put myself on the line of fire.. and the funny part, i'm unaware of whether i have it in me to withhold even the tiniest of the blows.. 'coz, immune i may be to the external infliction, but i still haven't taken into account of the self-atrophy.. and maybe, when it comes, i wont have it in me anymore.. but believe it or not, strangely enough, even for this, i get this feeling that i wont be the only one..
and tonight was the perfect example for it.. that omnipresent urge of meeting, which was subject to quite a lot of thwarting in the (very) recent past, finally gave way.. and it culminated into a "meet"..
it was again back to the favourite setting of all times.. dark nights.. lonely roads.. silent roads.. still air.. moonless sky.. un-twinkling stars.. the never ending roads.. roads to nowhere.. that lingering hope and assurance of the presence.. both physical and everything-else-other-than-physical.. that authoritative demand and its due realisation.. the puppy faced "wants".. and the gregarious returns.. with more than all that received..
and yes.. it makes me think.. that maybe.. just maybe, we do share a lot more than what we have originally bargained for.. maybe even without our conscious awareness for the same.. but yet that sub-conscious giving in, resigning ourselves to the faith.. and maybe, belief, even.. and whatever that it is, it sure runs deep..
and yes.. i know, i have put myself on the line of fire.. and the funny part, i'm unaware of whether i have it in me to withhold even the tiniest of the blows.. 'coz, immune i may be to the external infliction, but i still haven't taken into account of the self-atrophy.. and maybe, when it comes, i wont have it in me anymore.. but believe it or not, strangely enough, even for this, i get this feeling that i wont be the only one..
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