Resonating thoughts

what must begin should come to an end!! And yet people talk of there existing a "forever"..there is never a forever, there was nevera forever..for all begins tro come to an end ..some to end graciously..while others to end by fading away..It was these beginnings & ends that provide to be my musings... the pain evoloved to be my inspirations.. as I would sit back & face a writers block....The incidents that touched me, hurt me, maimed me & made me cry...hepled me to write..but then thsi time i was writing first & letting the musing follow in later... I could what was coming & yet I was not preparing myself for it...letting myself be free to be hurt seated at dark corner, allowing the light from the monitor to light my face & the kays as i press them to describe what Im feeling.. my mind is yeat lost in transition between what just happened a few hours ago & what will happen from here.. I had somehow choosen to embrace thepain just for a moment of ha...

I wanted to know if this could kill me... The Ever tantalizing pain that kept on increasing within me Torturing me to shed a few inhibitions of what I hid beneath the skin. And as each night I sat, twitching with pain With me myself against the cold wall I wondered why this wasn’t killing me As the blood from my wrist dripped on to the floor. My pain increased But yet unable to maim me....

Well, its true. Well, what is true? Love ! Well, the debate isn’t love but about love being a boat that drowns us all. In the book “shantaram” karla describes love as a being a overcrowded lifeboat & I truly agree with her or anyone who will agree to this. Love is truly like an over-crowded boat. When unsullied in love we do all we can do to keep it afloat and sailing. In order to keep it sailing, we begin by throwing out things that can probably sink the boat. We start with our pride. We throw it out to keep the boat afloat. Then soon it’s the turn of self-affection to get drowned somewhere! When you are thrown out all this you will agree you are truly in love. Some of us, truly in love can go to any extent to profoundly showcase our love..while the others who too claim thy love us..can go to any extent to extract that love from us. Leaving us tired, jittered , maimed & forced to look for a way-out. Only if some-one would have told me love was so destructive and all the more s...