Thought No. 1

I am just too sick and tired to complete this blog. I am yawning and my stomach hurling from inside in search of that divine rendizvous with the grains, and my mind lagging far behind my heart, which frog leaps towards the distant horizon.

And I, sick and tired as you see, sitting in front of this monitor numb and blue, hammering the keyboard, with all the leftovers of the energy inside, whacking up my brain and elating my heart.

World seems to me dark in such a beautiful season outside, as my friends say, for i never got a chance to bath in the august breeze. For i am cazed in this attic, with my hands tied magnetically if nothing else to this set of black boxes, and for i am un-socialized by no-one but social mortals.

But still deep inside, i am glowing, elated with the brightness of my own world, unaffected, untouched and unpolluted. And without him, unseen as he will ever be, this darkness outside will overshadow me, deep in the abyss, and i will recede slowly due to fear of losing my own existence, each minute and each second and each moment.

Though you are unseen and untalked, still u always propel me out of such feelings, you my Lord! be with me.. always..