Sometimes...

Thursday, May 20, 2010 by B.H.
Sometimes I feel the fog around me is getting thicker, and the visions are becoming a little more unclear. And sometimes I think my words don't make sense - of course words in randomization are not much worth praising, but they have an advantage too - that is, they don't unveil/reveal much of your thoughts - specially when you are writing diary or a very personal page.

The scary feeling often hovers around and why? Maybe responsibilities? Well, in my case I'd say, no! I'm just 18 and I think I am still free - like a bird that is about to be caged. And what I like about fog is similar to me - fog is free as Carl Sandburg puts in,
Fog comes
On little cat feet.

It sits looking
Over harbour and city
on silent haunches
And then moves on...
Pardon me, If I've written this a little wrong. But the point is that fog cannot be shackled - as its physique is mere a tuft of smoke. And foggy images are like mystery to me - that gives me a feeling of curiosity, It fascinates me through its beguiling look that there is something hidden which is yet to be discovered.

So, the scary feeling is because of three scores and ten. One score makes 20. So, three scores and plus 10, total 70. According to The Bible, man is given 70 years (average) on earth. And I know, even a kid knows that death falls in our equation perfectly. So it leaves me nothing for leisure. It makes my journey full of labour. Death will come one day, and I'll give my labours and leisures for His civility.

And then moods stick their tongue malevolently to us often. Sometimes they take me in the deeps of philosophical thoughts and sometimes they take me in the parks - where youth play football with their destinies. Sometimes, I think, what if all the world starts thinking and give away all the leisures and luxuries. They won't argue or the great era of argue-ism would take birth. Firstly, the world will go on as it is supposed to. Secondly, all the five fingers are not equal. So, there can be some people who think. And it is necessary for this world to run that it should have all kinds of pieces - humans - rebels, obedients, criminals, disables and able ones.

Loner-ism is an other thing which relates to me very much. If I was not a loner I would not have been writing this. And there is a stage in life when you think that everything is over and that's when it all starts. And there is a quotation regarding poetry that says, when an image comes to you and you fail to find a word for it in all the dictionaries, then you become a poet. Well, personally, I don't get it... Normally, it happens with someone when one is having writer's block. How come a person becomes a poet when he can't even find a word for what he thinks. Maybe, by poet they meant 'philosopher' or someone who thinks (like they say) 'out of the world', maybe they meant a mad person as a poet. Well, I'll find out about it if I find a person worth asking in my life somewhere.

There has always been a question hovering in my mind that is 'What was God's duty/leisure/work/purpose before the creation of this universe?' Someone told me that like gold needs human to value it. God needs creatures to value/worship Him. But the answer did not touch me.

I will ask... If I find a person worth asking...

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