
These tiny particles in the sands of time..
these moments that make up the days,
the months and years, the very threads
of the canvas that you have woven around you
all through your life.
Painting the world around you, just the way you thought it
was supposed to be . This game you were never good at it,
not atleast as good as you wanted to be.
The greasy oil stains, the unpleasant moments you want to erase so desperately
from your memories, yet the stains remain.
The short moments of realization, when you come out of the frame
and look at the picture that you have painted all your life.
These moments that you chose to grasp in words,fade away.
These which show you things for what they are, they never last.
They leave you,
you as a branch,
struck by the thruth of ligthening, the lightening some refer to as
"Nirvana", was always with you, may be not as a state of mind, but as a breif allusion from the
eternal illusion around you.
This moment, how you wish you could hold it, freeeze it and own it. You, just wish too much, dear.
you're gone aren't you ?
oh...my moment of truth..!!
it'll be long before i'll get a glimpse of you.
before you come along the next time, you will find me
working diligently on my canvas,
giving it more colour, more people, more worthless experiences.
Next time i pass to see you, be sure to come harsh on me.
Strike me, with all your fury,may i cease my ground on this woven frame of my memories.
oh..my moment of light..!!
you don't depress me.
I await you, not knowing this abet the long hiatus.
As i drown myself in the recurrence, i await you.
