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.

Never ending Nightingale Nights..

Couple of stress weeks passed since I encountered what I have been avoiding to face.  It’s hard time to take in the air when the moment you caught a lie from the person you give over yourself, the moment when you feel deceived, the moment when you feel naïve not to notice the alarming threats of multiple cheats and the moment when you feel you are worthless.

There is nothing I can do nor can I bring changes in everything that is going around or that has been going around. I am closely introduced with this practical fact know that Regretting for something you have never done is the foolish way to waste time and energy but sometimes being wise seems a problem at certain level of time.

Phur phur phuurrrrr shu shu shu…let all this thoughts go away…

Its 10:08 pm, Date 24/7/2012
my long hair all set freely over my shoulders, neatly dried after the wash.
I rest my back on the wall with the support of the pillow to comfort me when I am lonesome.
Wiped the kaajol and mascara with the wet-tissue papers and placed it on the nearby table. The eye-glass resting on my nose to comfort my eyes, I took the book and turned to the book to page 197. I am reading and I hope I can occupy my uneasy mind for a while now.

i don't want to make my life like a book.

Mashutzo Writes.