Sitting idol, might be filled with thoughts, dilemma, work, confusion or fear.
Being on work, may carry empty mind..so blank, and heart-wierd.
What seems real, always has something unreal.
The drops of rain, I never enjoyed.. one day, was giggling my sadness.
Being around people was not to party.. but a way to ignore rudeness.
Like, for some ,being alone is the duration to celebrate immense happiness.
Don’t judge conditions to declare the situation. It might not be so clear.
Because, what seems real, always has something unreal!
A Falling tree, Is removing greenery, or providing us with wood…can’t say!
Slipping rocks from the mountain, are filling the water body, or stopping it’s range, can’t say..!
Time goes on, clock runs.. shows the same time twice a day, but, we don’t feel, we are being fooled!
Doesn’t matter, who is far, who is near..
What to consider? Your laughs, or the tears? Say..
As what life is..I don’t get!