The embers of dying fire have allured me, always. The sparkling and the glinting look of those little pieces of coal that displays an affective rage are an absolute charm to look at. They are not surreptitious. To be clearer, they are not covert. They fly around resembling a kind of reminder of the radiance they once caressed, the radiance that has now sadly, caved in. I like it. And this song on my current playlist, Blue velvet by Bobby Vinton, it is pretty good. The name Bobby sounds gay. But the song has some pleasant essence. Or it is ineffable, may be. Period.
Anyway, I don't really want to blabber about the unimportant stuff. What is important is the realization of a few little things. It is 2012, you see. There has to be a beginning of new chapters. I do not know whether it is the weather outside (it is raining and the earth is all scented) that has made me drown in weird thoughts or the music which is on my playlist. But I am at peace.
I won’t tell you that the scorching heat might burn your feet. Rather I will turn your head towards the shades that are ready to hold you close to the bosom.
I am not the one who will make you forget the reality just for the heck of it and let you fly high. Instead I will mirror the truth and keep you too firm to fall.
And yes, I won’t let you develop a taste of this mad world’s sour side. I will be the requisite impediment. I will be the mirage.
Because a mirage doesn’t always lead you into nowhere. It makes your journey easy by implanting a seed of hope within and making you trail the toughest of the tough. Even if the seed is ruptured, you can look back and realize that the distance has already been covered. And THAT shall be the fruit. And that is how I shall be.
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