Thoughts too deep for tears !
I was out for my morning walk. I usually start my walk in the
wrong way - leaning upon the roadside railings- finishing my
first cigarette of the day while watching series of vehicles passing
by.
Today I was doing just that when suddenly I was overpowered
by ' thoughts too deep for tears' (quote). My mind began circling
around my entire life-from childhood till the present state. I was
overwhelmed and 'a drowsy numbness pains my sense as though
of hemlock I had drunk '(quote) kind of feeling took me far..far..
where I roamed alone- completely alone on my thoughts.
Who am I ? was the philosophical question that encircled
around me. It first took me to my childhood days-the non
caring days full of fun and frolics. The very first person-my
brother, my only friend with whom I spent numerous good
and meaningless but worthwhile days. The bonhomie between us
was the talking point of our locality. With hands on each other's
shoulders we roamed about-everywhere and every moment. The
bondage was so strong - seldom did we think that it could ever
end. He was simply oozing with life and number of tales he told
me sounded like 'The Arabian Nights' to me. They were not only
interesting but everlasting. He had the capacity of relating them
in a certain way that enthralled me. Even in my dreams they
invaded which in later life helped me in my creative activity.
'But sorrow returned with the dawning of day and the voices in
my dreaming ears melted away'(quote). At some crossing point
of life we separated - maybe we were separated for unavoidable
circumstances which usually occurs in matured lives.
His vitality -his personality still 'flash upon that inward eye which
is the bliss of solitude'(quote).
May God give you eternal peace !
of hemlock I had drunk '(quote) kind of feeling took me far..far..
where I roamed alone- completely alone on my thoughts.
Who am I ? was the philosophical question that encircled
around me. It first took me to my childhood days-the non
caring days full of fun and frolics. The very first person-my
brother, my only friend with whom I spent numerous good
and meaningless but worthwhile days. The bonhomie between us
was the talking point of our locality. With hands on each other's
shoulders we roamed about-everywhere and every moment. The
bondage was so strong - seldom did we think that it could ever
end. He was simply oozing with life and number of tales he told
me sounded like 'The Arabian Nights' to me. They were not only
interesting but everlasting. He had the capacity of relating them
in a certain way that enthralled me. Even in my dreams they
invaded which in later life helped me in my creative activity.
'But sorrow returned with the dawning of day and the voices in
my dreaming ears melted away'(quote). At some crossing point
of life we separated - maybe we were separated for unavoidable
circumstances which usually occurs in matured lives.
His vitality -his personality still 'flash upon that inward eye which
is the bliss of solitude'(quote).
May God give you eternal peace !
You will always be remembered.
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