Litlle italy made me feel little happy....

i loved the every corner of the indoor....pleasant 

i realized i was in the perfect place to enjoy the overwhelming dinner and when it is italian, then it goes beyond the expectations...

it was raining and i thought it stopped but then it was raining again, watching the place around and mesmerized with the moment, i went on with the piece of napkin and the pen....

The rain is stopping but the feelings that I have within me are running fast.

Why??
Don’t know...or am I avoiding ‘The reasons’???

Watching the people pass by the zebra-crossings, I feel like walking with their steps just to know ‘how do they see the moment they have now??

Are they like me????
Thinking and always wondering about what is going around me, is that fine???

Do I deserve them at all??? Or are they just not leaving me alone??

Twinkling neon lights far across the buildings just took my attention.

I watched and kept my eyes on there as I could notice the people hopping and dancing.

Wonder how many people in there are confused of their Life???

Wonder how many people are going to realize their life is different from those of the Neon-lights.....and I wonder and  wonder..

The rain seems not to end completely as for now, and I just realized that I have to reach home before I get a call reminding ‘I am late’.

VENUE: LITTLE ITALY
DATE:5/9/2012
TIME: 8:23 PM

Mashutzo Writes.

caught in between the thoughts...

The laughter,

Loud noises,

Preferable music to make your mood go soothe,

The every silly and logical conversation,

The people who make you smile with the moment…

There you go,

Forgetting everything,

You go forgetting who you were minutes before,

You go stopping the doubts,

You go seeing a different person in that moment,

There you go witnessing a different You.

But…

The moment you leave that state of moment,

You find yourself in the real world where you belong,
Wrapped in that silent-room among the four walls,

You feel the Real you,
You see the Real You,

‘Real’ who was once lost few minutes ago,

All enveloped in the world of puzzled questions,

You go seeking the answers single-handedly,

You then left with only the questions.

Mashutzo Writes.