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Surrounded by Signs

I have always been mesmerized by signs and their secret way to communicate with us. Signs may be very obvious, real, visible and functioning as a warning for example , you happen to witness an insignificant accident just when you begin to start your bike and later you actually meet with an accident. It may it your hit your mind that the accident you had witnessed before going out was a kind of sign. Another kind of sign which is more subtle but strong can be a dream. If, out of no where you begin to have the dreams of accidents and if you happen to ignore the warnings and on the same date or day or with the same person you really meet with an accident , wouldn’t you feel a shiver of shock? It seems, a mysterious force is always around us, giving us signs and suggesting its presence. But this force sometimes can be more subtle, unobvious and less visible. Or may be this is a force of our soul, our conscious – sub-conscious mind rather than any ambiguous force. Or let us understand it t…

A poem

A poem – I knew Grew up with me Grew within me And came out
Stubbornly
One day.
And then there was a full stop.

Irrelevant

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrele.......

This was a game. I just pasted the quote over here. The quote I loved. And distorted it by just blindly pressing the button - Backspace- for a few seconds and stopped. It stopped on irrelevant. So here is the word - IRRELEVANT.

What's relevant? What's irrelevant? Is my loving you relevant to you? Or my leaving is? Or the fact that I hate you is any relevant today? Is it relevant to you that I have some fears for myself? And that I might not utter them and die one day like everyone out there? Everything of yourself is Irrelevant to another person. Whether you Live or Die or just Disappear. Just memories linger about the space. And the memories which can be distorted , which dont have any definite shape. They are just interpretations. Like yourself. Irrelevant. Quite irrelevant.

Mid-Night Thought

I have realized this lately , and can only utter now when I am half-awake , half-asleep. No one knows anyone here , in this world. My parents could not know each other. I don't know my brother , my sister , my friends. They all seem to me to be belonging to an unknown island. No one knows any one here... and when you think you have known someone , that person will be so generous to remind you that you are wrong. I s---- , this world is full of generous people. 
This is not a fairy's world. Not everything goes as you had dreamed. But still dreams are the stars of my eyes , and I can't afford losing them. They are all I have , they are only what is mine.