Somewhere...Somethings

The thought has been feeling arbitrary for some time.

Absurd!

At times…Thoughtless. Always won’t stand wrong either.

Whenever this thought observes me at peace it finds an inability to form something.

It finds a blank, it stops to notice and then it gets confirmed that it’s a blank. And whenever it stops I am lost. I am lost even when I don’t stop.

Seems to me a destination of some kind.

There has been restlessness for a time so long and it feels I am getting immune to it. Rather it doesn't feel anything.

I seek answers but I don’t strive for them.

Tends towards never!

Letting things happen to you doesn't seem such a good idea. The moment again is so instantaneous.

I feel nowhere. Delayed!

I search for places… People too!

I don’t know why I search these. I have a hope that answers may be there however.
I select and it comes out to be so wrong.

Has been some time… feels like going somewhere.

Going away!

Somewhere.

to eVerYoNe

its an occasion.

this world without reason is celebrating a Century of visits today.
and on this very day, with some ten so called posts

the blog suddenly went so cool.

A list of acknowledgments all in a go.....
to my friend Paul (http://garbageidea.wordpress.com/) for endowing it with the present look along with the additional attribute, in inspiration to the Google Blackle (http://www.blackle.com/) "the energy saving search".
Almost every fascinating feature on the blog belongs to net-pro-paul

to
my avid critic Phoenix,
my intimate readers and friends out there in the comment section..
to the silent readers from Cu Kiit and Bhu

to the message the world is about to realise...
"that nothing ever happens for some reason whatsoever...it Just happens"

aNd

to the diffidently but accepted and the only truthful existence of - "ChaoS"

"its a toast"

it happened...
and its still happening

hail the world where we seek no reasons

topsy-turvyness....................

is it that we enjoy less what's good to us or regret more for what didn't happen so well?

It might not......END.

We meet folks, forget them.

We make relations, they end.
Someone newfangled, fascinates;
but then comes out, the same..
A lot of those we find, cheering;
and so often, they fade.
Some sincere hardships
but somehow in vain.
Feelings....yes they were true
ended......they didn't have to
unseen....uncared
ruined by them
They were actually meant.

Amongst everything happening this way...

WE..
we rise again...
A bit more sturdy....
A thought more strong..
Reconciled..
A feather more added..
experienced......they say.

And then..
Again we meet
Again we make
Again we find..feel for them
Again we work hard..

Just a hope that..
this time....maybe
IT MIGHT NOT END.

drawn a blank

there be a difference

between
forgotten and "yet to forget"
..........and the differnce is..........
the latter is actually an optimistic way
to describe "cannot be forgotten"
...and the bitter truth is....
tis optimism is
an extremely complicated form of hypocrisy
which has prevailed long
but
..was never right..