Maunders

Google Image What fun it would be to ring the bells and run away to a far away location  and listen ...listen to something that was created by you .Because music coming from a distance location has put me into situations where I see the strings entangled in such a misery or mystery that  it becomes impossible to bring them back in shape but strangled strings are so musical that it feels nice to listen to them. How  can  365 Days of a year create music and misery at the same time ?I have always abstained from  counting days because they don't bring any enthusiasm to the already slipping days with no such reasons to smile or create smiles on others faces.I have also been suppressing my abstract thoughts because they are too gloomy and I don't have reasons to justify that .But now I am counting  days ,maybe that would make me busy and help me understand that days are passing..passing in a strange fashion where I want to say something that I have no mood to speak about o

                                                                    Google Image It is a bliss to decipher the voices within the congested locations Ruminants of rampant desires outrightly escape within the minutes of minutes.An underlying escapism works which give rise to still caricatures,each struggling to find a hope in the motionless motions and emotions . How wonderful would it be exchange  laughs for buying all the necessities of life.It is disappointing how a motionless and lifeless thing such as this:                                                            would hover over lives in a major way.The ultimate propaganda it seems; is to buy immobile and motionless desire paying no heed to the motions and emotions.I wonder, if “ If Money Disappeared", the controlled and curbed emotions would find a new way to run all through the dust and dusks our lives.A laugh for a piece of cloth might be enough to work upon! How easily the

Last time we saw those pavings ,some painful past ,full of agony was hidden somewhere in the heart of each of us.The departure could have been better if we laughed and giggled a bit before leaving .I just wonder, if the house we left could have been a bit lively and didn’t disturb me every now and then in the immaterial sketches of my dream. There lies a grudge. Still somewhere ..of leaving you all alone there ,with the echoes of the family talks which we had! In my dream I realised that there was something alive between the bricks and stones of the house we left behind,and suddenly ,it struck that how easy it was for us to move because we could walk but you were standstill..so still that stillness felt shame for not being able to move! It is sometimes hard to understand why the realisation sweeps the emptiness of an empty day into a day where you could possibly think of everything that you would have otherwise have never thought of.That day I realised that most busy days are the