This is dedicated to Vish by Jeanie :)
I had talked to him hardly 2 or 3 times and I started dreaming about him ... I started forming his image in my mind. This image in beginning was akin to him , I suppose , but slowly with more dreaming and less efforts of knowing him , became pseudo image rather than a real image .
I miss him often But I am confused - Do I miss him or his pseudo image? I don't know him yet... or still I know him a little.
I am wondering ... I have changed a lot ... Have I really? Or had I also made a pseudo image of myself in my mind? I think I love my pseudo image - Image of how I wanted to be - Free - Free from external and internal chains. Somewhere I read nothing stops us but our own mind , how true it is.. I want to know that friend more and more , want to take one more risk to find my soulmate .. but these days my carefree soul has caged herself inside red walls and is afraid to come out and look at the Azure Sky.
Every night, when my tired body is retired to bed , my soul awakes all night long and dreams of that Sky - She whispers and sigh ...
Will I ever be able to fly?
I had talked to him hardly 2 or 3 times and I started dreaming about him ... I started forming his image in my mind. This image in beginning was akin to him , I suppose , but slowly with more dreaming and less efforts of knowing him , became pseudo image rather than a real image .
I miss him often But I am confused - Do I miss him or his pseudo image? I don't know him yet... or still I know him a little.
I am wondering ... I have changed a lot ... Have I really? Or had I also made a pseudo image of myself in my mind? I think I love my pseudo image - Image of how I wanted to be - Free - Free from external and internal chains. Somewhere I read nothing stops us but our own mind , how true it is.. I want to know that friend more and more , want to take one more risk to find my soulmate .. but these days my carefree soul has caged herself inside red walls and is afraid to come out and look at the Azure Sky.
Every night, when my tired body is retired to bed , my soul awakes all night long and dreams of that Sky - She whispers and sigh ...
Will I ever be able to fly?
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