How do I know am weeping inside..?
I never see the tears.
I do not know the fears.
The connection of the thoughts with the left side of my chest, my heart.
The graphical thumping of my heart, does it pain?
Is it feeling bad? Or is it just the anatomy?
How do I Know am weeping inside.
No I do not know.
I feel the jerks of the second world sitting in the first.
I feel afraid of things which may never happen.
I chose the sand when I wanted pebbles in my fist.
Where am I going?
Do I have a plan?
No? Nothing?
How do I know am weeping inside.
I do not.
Bizzare! In the head.
This morning raag that brings sunshine to others, is playing quivers in my left side.
Where is the sun? Only clouds I see from my window.
All is so hazy.
Silence all around, yet noisy.
Then how would I know am weeping inside.
May be I am.
So??
So what??
Let the noise take over.
Let the clouds play.
Let the Raag thrash in.
Let the sand slip slowly.
Let the pain rise.
Solace has its own taste.
Let the taste rise.
Do I know anything clearly?
No I do not.
Do I feel like writing anything further.
May be I do not.
