Too long to be the title but why not...
I am trying to do something that i really don do these days...
Yes...
Amalgamating my thoughts....
Of the awaken mind's selfless trauma and the dead screens like burns from the past...
But yes they all are mine...whatever...
But what about the street...that street from the past....lil blue fade on the green surface of the old woods and the copper metal like some bell....jus behind the door...there is that street i am sure...
lil spiritual and lil divine...
And the lady in white standing there waiting to take you inside the street....
i heard somewhere....gurudev tagore said...."mere man main ek virhani naari basi hai...har baar vo hi man se bahar nikal ke mere man ki ek kahani apne shabdo main gadti hai"
the lady in white, lil obscured behind the brightness of the pure sane mental thought....she looks like her....may e she is the one i once met on the streets from the past...
is she the one i see everyday in my illusions of reality....
Lightning and thunders...
God if it rains......then something is really the old way...someone's calling...
The doors of the street....
