Friday, May 21, 2010

Abstracting.

I watch white pages turn as I think about you tonight. Questions, I can hear, falling over each other as they try to reach me. No one clear thought strikes me but they all make sense.

I sit by silently and watch strangers whisper in the darkness of the warm room. Sweet nothings and bad advice all sound the same to me tonight. I hope for me I know where im going. I hope for you that you'll know better.

Words fill my white pages tonight. You are filling your world elsewhere. I am a part of it, but merely sidelined. I play my role and stay in the back. While i sit back and watch, i realize. Dear child, I wish you had called. But we fortold our destiny and i hastily agreed. Now i settle in bed to read and sleep silently, calming my thoughts as they rise with every word i write.

Good night dear child, drink your hopeful colours. For when you come home, you will lay down your head. And dear child, we both know, in your tired dreams, we both rest well.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Theory of sorts.

My theory. It is rooted in me. It is rooted in you. It is rooted in most of them too.

I speak from experience today. Like all other days, today has passed with many passing thoughts. One might wish it possible to write them all down.. Some may seem simply brilliant to some of us. And yet, when we do sit down to distangle the cobweb of thoughts, we have lost it among many other insignificant details.

People develop theories. They base it on scientific experiments and laws of science. They speak of the influence of variables.
I merely base it on life. My only influence are People.

The famous quote "I think, therefore I am" is indeed one to ponder upon. We are made up of our thoughts. Our thoughts are influenced by people. People are influenced by their thoughts. Which in turn is influenced by other people. It is a vicious spiral that grows into you. At the end of the day, every thinker assumes he/she thinks too much.

It is the irony of life that we question it. Since as long as we live, most of us do not find a satisfactory answer. For those of us who do, it doesn't seem worth questioning. But we shall all search, because in the end, what matters is that we searched, not whether we found the answer or not.

On a more personal note, too much is indeed too bad. It leads to a continuous rant and ends in vagueness. For now I pause, take a deep breathe as I move on to another thought...

Cheers!