Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Thoughts in trillion pieces. Is it enough..?
Thoughts in trillion bits and pieces. However organized we are, nothing is ours. We talk, we ask, we walk, we smile. Nothing is farther from the truth. So near yet so far. Despite the organization in everything, we still have to do the talking, do the asking, do the walking, do the smiling. We do it everyday without the bored feeling of doing it. Why? That is what life is meant to be. In terms of distance we are just powerless. And the obvious power limit itself in the talking, in the asking, in the walking, in the smiling. What next belongs to the Al-Mighty Allah. Allahuakbar.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment