“You’re in an illusion, Writer!
What ever you write,
Is not all yours!!
We are the dreams of sky!!”
Blurted those written words to me,
And took away my everything.
Leaving a cloudy evening
Over my creativity!!
“You’re in an illusion, Writer!
What ever you write,
Is not all yours!!
We are the dreams of sky!!”
Blurted those written words to me,
And took away my everything.
Leaving a cloudy evening
Over my creativity!!
I unexpectedly open my eyes with a start this morning; in fact by some means I’ve felt him looking at me. My qualms get confirmed, as his angelic face is so close to me, watching me as he is lying by my side. Nearly staring.. Intense. I fall short to portray the strength. He has locked my eyes to his; the gaze is strapping and pulling. There is a mix bag of emotions in his stare; it’s a amalgamation of love, lust, desire, struggle and sovereignty. I feel it scuttle through me with his warm exhale of breath, pouring himself, his vigor into my entire being… we remain looking at each other and there is no need for physical contact. His eyes touch my psyche, struggling so frantically that I can’t help setting him free. He is the ‘just-right’ man of my life. So far he has survived with my imperfections, harmonizing it, so shall I. he senses it and beams, vanishing away leisurely into the haze. He has touched my soul right through; he has felt the affection, even the freeze of it. And now he is dragging his hand away from me.. Leaving a exposed vulnerability from where I allow him within. It crushes me but I will have to be daring enough to tolerate. I see him fading more, almost translucent, turning into ashen fog watched by my eyes. And I possibly will just lie there and observe. There isn’t any way I could imprison and seize the fog. He is bound yet free. His freedom is precious to him, and strangely enough it’s essential to me too. He has held onto it from a long time.. But he does comprehend that at the bottom of his heart, his liberty is mine too. May be someday I will claim it, someday he will be my strong brave knight and surrender it up to me….
My Bloginality is ESTP!!!
You are an ESTP!
As an ESTP, you are Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving.This makes your primary focus on Extraverted Sensing with Introverted Thinking.
This is defined as a SP personality, which is part of Carl Jung’s Artisans (Sensation Seeking) type, and more specifically the Promoters or Doers.
Because you aren’t as excited about routine, your blog may be more journal-like, without as much consistantcy in time between posts. But because you like getting things done, coupled with your need for style and appreciation for the sense, you will be more likely to have a gorgeous design and set up for journalling.
Today i was playing a game of chess with a friend.
Thought i would strech the game till eternity, cause i cant let him win, nor i would want to loose. And i lost. It was a timed game!!!
I couldnt stretch it to eternity, it was not allowed in rules. Not everygame follows my rules.
It made me wonder why rules??
Does winning matters or that did i play the game by the rules or not??
Afterall a game is played cause one wants to compare the abilities and winning does matter in that case. For more Everyone have their own different abilities.. so winning is the only way to find the answer. Look at it like a war game. Either you win or you die. There is no playing by the rules as you are not sure wether your enemy will play by the rules or not!!
Captured in the thinking for the night, will sleep through it tonight!
And may be tomorrow i will start another game and decide then if i want to play it to win, or play it with rules!!