my eyes are flickering like a tv set, whose picture tube is going to be dead soon and the voice coming is like a baby speaking in a squeezing voice, BUT i have to write for my self. Now as i have a new beginning , i would like to do everything in a systematic way and now i would do things which i always wished to.
i woke up around 5:30, i had a dream of missing dots.i was missing my home not of our own.
"right now also i am trying to write slowly with patience, desperately wanting the neatness in my hand writing like my father has".
I got an excellent seat today just near the window.
" my eyes are beaming though not constant,
gazing hear and there not for the one,
looking and searching for those youthful beings
who would consider me as a stranger with a notorious smile."
As i stepped down from the train i had to remind myself to be strong and calm, i have started becoming little bit rebellious.
later in the day when everything was solved and i was more calm, i was happy, But still wanted to go out and look for a room.
No comments:
Post a Comment