some thoughts

Life’s incongruity

I am not a scholar, a poet or any great thinker. Neither am I an architect, a photographer or a painter. But for my inner self it is hard to take. In my mind consciously or sub-consciously I have woven lengthy poems with deep thought provoking meanings, arduous to comprehend. I have built mansions and palaces with artistic inch to inch measurement with precise details. Have imagined to have hawk’s eye to capture minute details of panorama and created a delectable land on my canvas.

I want to be everything I am not. Sometimes it makes me wonder whether I belong to the world I live in. Why I cant focus on the things I have and be satisfied and stop chasing the fleeting dreams….the thought makes my heart bruised and heavy…