In continuation to my string of eight-liners :)
Each night with the arrival of the moon
On the corner table of my room,
The sleek solitary candle stem
Is lighted to give a luminous flame
Some see it every night and say
It is dying, the wax will melt away
I look at the bright light it gives,
Death is near but what a life it lives!!!
Found this picture in one of my old mails. Couldn't help relating it to a poem I wrote once.- Anki
24th Nov '05
Wrote this last night or rather today morning after realising that it is already 4.30 am :)
SLEEPLESS
The stars are staring back at me
As I too watch them wakefully
Dreams sound a thing of past tonight
All that is real, is a beautiful night
A smile spreads across my lips
As a loving thought yet again peeps
Bringing forth some forgotten trivia
I may call it "love", he calls it insomnia. ;)
It doesn't matter. I wonder what does. If I had to make a list of the things that would matter to me, trust me, the list will contain a number of things but mostly stricken off. We live life forward but strangely we learn it only backward. There had been a numerous incidents which I always thought would matter. It probably did... I am not sure. Seriously. Because in the end, I am still standing here glad that I had a life of the kind I had and that certain things did not matter. Although may be standing at that point of time I migth have just thought "why me!" or for the matter "why not me!"
There are so many on the other hand that did matter while I had actually thought, they would never. When I was younger, I used to have a list of things that I will not do. With time that list faded as I actually did some of them. It did not matter. As I grew up, that list was replaced by a list of things I would do. It is easier to focus on what to do than what not to do. Like they say it is hard not to imagine a blue elephant when you are asked 'not to' do so. Lots of things do matter. Who am I to question that. 'Cause life is a series of incidents one actuated from another. If I told you that those incidents do not matter, you do not need an IQ above 100 to disbelief me.
What I meant all this while is that in the long run it probably is not the incident that mattered but the way I took from there, the direction I went.
Made sense? How does it matter anyway!
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