At that moment I urged all my words to swim across a russet pantheon cave. The wave’s commotion kept me awake in the forest of this summer. Wild as the summer can be, a sweeping dent of emotion, a blistering fire of longing and, then, nothing! It seems that life has been here with me long. The length has prolonged every moment; however, still I stand restricting! Like the oil in the lamp, I linger for fire. The flame breathes deep and still I limit. This limit of limitlessness has delivered an oblivious self fascinated with the ideal of “curbing.”
The sun questioned with his wondering eyes, and more baffled his eyes were to find me naïve. It is that my soul has selected her society of limiting your limitlessness. It is this curbing, that resisting and me innumerable no man’s land that holds to you! Do you even realize this? Sometimes turning away a face doesn’t mean distance. It means a thousand closures that need not be revealed.
Closures are novel accesses to freedom to an unexplored pasture where you reap a narration. I recollect a girl mentioning about closures and its significance. However, do all closures give freedom? Closures take away that “amness” in you. When I sit with cupping hands I believe that it is so difficult to find “you” in someone, and the day we find it – we are free. We just don’t restrict ourselves in living in one body, one soul … we are living in a purely distinct soul.
How effortless it becomes to see that reflection of yours! But this freedom disappears in thin air when we lose our individuality. It is more like a venn diagram, where you find one line of existence is meshed up with another, and so forth it continues. However, if you have a closer look you will find innate individualistic colors too.
Nothing moves, nothing lost and the whole germinates.
