Musings

The yearning to re-visit those years where we hadn't met where we didn't know we existed to the time when we weren't us Where the trees silently saw us grow They grew with us, nested birds saw them fly, to see them again to see the leaves, come and go by In those hours of nostalgia where future was being written the past was being shaped In those hours, can we meet again...  

Rustling of paper Rustling of paper is different when creating the first draft when writing the first letter when writting the first lettre d' amour when writing the first paper when writing the first sentence when writing the first song when writing the first diary entry It's the rustling of paper Yet the sound  it makes is different it is different for you different for me of the same papaer!  

  Illusions Time is an illusion It seems linear Deceptively, it caves in It spreads out It stops It runs It is different for you It is different for me Sitting across the table In your lonliness, it stands still In my happiness, it runs quickly I remember the lingering moment spent with you an eternity for me a second for you. Illusion, time is indeed an illusion!

Seen and unseen threads Building bridges of love Exploring the zenith of understanding connected through life and it's lived realities  

  Re-union Years later when we will re-visit this post again,  with wrinkled skin and grey hair Of all the data that we would have created posts like and shared, people met and left of the inaccessible sounds which were once accessible of the words written which makes new sense today In the new photograph we will search for the old us there will be just the dust of time and bagful of memories When those people who are yet to be they would look at us wonder Our little annecdotes would be treasure and would be a testimony to life lived in moments of joy That will be a re-union, planned today lived in the eternal future.