As if only one colored in filled in my life these days. Life is running in black and white. I want to rush outside home in an abandoned area where air srinks and water disappear when moon shines in the day and sun reigns the night.
Out of frustration, i ran out. Ran out and ran out, but there's nothing to calm my mind. I love dawdling about around.
I am sinking into the patterns. I'm sinking into the ordinariness of things and thinking it's extraordinary. I am trying to decipher these patterns, but these are unfamiliarly familiar.
Shall I compare thee to a summer鈥檚 day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
These words of Shakespeare hopped into my mind like a horse.
I always like this mild sun of the drowning evening. The sun of the mid of day seems very harsh similar to a young man who is proud of his youthfulness. But, at the time of evening when sun is on the verge of sink, it becomes tender and soft like an old man who behaves like a child in the last period of his life.
I looked at these weird branches as if these branches have grown over my head and i am some sort of an animal ( Man is animal). I thought of many unhappened happenings, and a lot of "what ifs" jumped into my mind.
I am too tired of you ; the one uterring word after word inside my head, knocking the door, sitting with me, and playing mind-boggling games with me. I am insane at many times.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,"
Again Shakespeare; how beautiful metaphor ( eye of the heaven) for the sun or it is eye of the devil?
"And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;"
In the evening, the sun is being dimm'd.
How easy it would be to be a bird? To fly over the buildings, rivers, waters and mountains. What this crow would be thinking? Is it thirsty crow- the story i read in my childhood?
A Duck seeing other ducks duckling in the water. I passed by her, capturing her photo while thinking of thousand other things.
That's how days are passing !
