Sharing helps shed...

Emotional kid right from that pink cradle moving away to its glory under the green ceiling..Toys all around and hand at every angle of the body to safeguard the slightest worry of the world.
Writing those moment locked in that purple diary for ages and never having the guts to take them out in the vicinity of bodies all around.. Closed in those four walls in front of that mirror , that face that looks just the same as mine but not the one wanted to.. that immense emotion in front of that mirror to get doomeed in and forget the peripherals of the atmosphere..Just deep inside to question the reality and the reasoning of the set consequence.. hours spent to know and know just to know more..
Not once but many a times, may be the forte of the star sign extending the boundary of the act..Just within instil the nature of being the one and the only one...Faced with consequences of utter madness an loss of control , life on the track of dismal forgetful ness and abstraction..hidden inside the glutches of the action confered to the past and the period of bearance..On and on and on..Happiness all around and the emotions right but a glitch inside and just there to be there..Attempts after attempts and there is always a success when the efforts are genuine and from the heart.. But y that and how that when that never happened before and the peak of weakness never touched the feet of anybody.. it just happens..

With so much inside and the brunt of being the soldier to take the load of the country - a task to be accomplished absolutely harmless..conditions totally unfavourable and yet the country just needs to be happy as on the face of it it just looks real and right and the there is no other side to it..I may be wrong or im worng coz if there is an other side there is someone also standing on that other side to see the true colour and intrepret...The more kept inside the colour takes time to dilute.. Better it is that the solutions mix and form a new colour of compassion.. The nature right from that pink cradle below the yellow ceiling seem to be diluted and the movement taking the turn the other way round..
I shared and shared and shared those that i gulped in me to wait for that mirror to come in front of me to question the nuances of the past and delve deep further... Probably it was just waiting for that right thing to happen and yes i shared, i shared those "tears" on the pick of that voice, on the touch of that warmth and on the heartbeat of that body...