A Dialogue

What controls my eccentricities ...what commands my zest ...or do my eccentricities control me and keep me in a check ? How can I call it a check when it only lets me lose my actual self? Or is my actual an illusion ...no not an illusion but ...but a mirror of what You are ? Do I live a bit of myself when I am crazy ? Must be...... isn't it better than stifling my worries and the worries stifling me ? Is it being flexible enough to lie between the highs and lows ?Wont I get uprooted with trunk et boughs? But more importantly how flexible are you to adjust to my flexibility ? Does your constriction come into action for me ?If no then why ? If yes then why even for you ?....... Am I concerned because you want me to be ?......do I ask something cause it is supposed to be or because it quenches the fire in me ? ....Fire quenched means a fire lost and all is dark ? Then where do I find the spark ?Oh ...my quirkiness shall give me the much needed start.... or maybe not ?

Is everything really cyclical ....what goes around comes around ? What goes around and comes around as smoothly as the letter o ? If you think I am nuts ....I will definitely think you are nuts too ? Does that makes cyclical equal to simultaneous ? Am I bridging the distance between time and space ? Then is everything the present ...everything... with you and me at ..this moment ? Why? ....Am I scared of the future and do I laugh off my past ? Have I been that bad to be scared ? Eh, no.. don't I openly and secretly want the future as much as you, to be near and there ?

When I go I wish to have more wounds on me than the count of causing hurt ..oh you never thought I'd care ? The day the world turns its back on me and so do I when I lay on my back ..... the world ceases with the ending of me ? Or do I see a shed of tear for me ?

Ah ...now that is what I would call ... Eternity ;)

Keep The Faith ,
Samina