I wonder, all the while, when you give a smile
Theres a strong feeling like, I have no where to go..
It fills emptiness,and pleases my head
I'M too tender, don't ask me to show ..
--- Garima
Often when I am low and deeply drowned in my thoughts, I reach a peak where, I feel I am talking to myself, discussing my problems & solutions with the person who resides in me, I know I sound psychic, Some of you reading this will say “you need a doctor “
But sometimes it does happen.
I talk thought I can’t hear anything. I don’t speak anything. Yet I do talk,and very loud, so loud that things reverberate in my mind to find solutions, more often explanation, or dimensions and aspects of so many things going on around and with me they even show vague images, gestures of "what if" and "why nots"
There are times when I feel, as if I have always been waiting / desiring to be something else, becomes something... I am actually not or may be something I am on a verge of becoming. Waiting for a life that I would have. silly me :D
When I was very small may be before 3rd standard I used to compete for the first position no matter for what it was, always challenged myself, though rarely succeeded, but before I could enjoy my success, I found myself in a rush to participate for the next level.
I Was...I guess, desperate! to know what’s next and what’s coming up for me.... The ratio of failure were much more than success, yet never lost the idea of waiting and desiring to grow up fast to reach out things faster.
And then Once I bid adieu to school the modus operandi never changed. And now that I am working I look back and I feel all the while I was just waiting and here My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start up with something new . I am waiting for that time, or may be that person, that event when my life will finally begin all fresh …… this is really funny!!!
It’s not that I haven’t lived or enjoyed it , but there was something missing something that i wanted and I was waiting for that something which I missed or maybe I dint, I just dint understand whether I was provided by sufficient things or I just dint see them in my pocket.
And then after thinking all these stuff when I Slowly I reached out to an edge of my pocket and I found something which may be I had for a while but forgotten that it was still with me. I smile carelessly and now from nowhere my mind got a quote searched who the author was as usual google uncle helped -- its john lennon
“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans”
And while I smile I saw A person smiling back at me, a really beautiful unpretentious smile which made me pause and enjoy a complete confusing yet alluring moment I dedicate the above poem to that smile.
We are always left some small surprises in our pockets certainly we miss reaching out to them. No wonder we go searching for few happiness all along the world outside, perhaps we should also give importance to those small things which reside with us, which can always give u a cheerful push to continue the race.
--- Cheers
Garima singh :)