Friday, February 24, 2012

Every night I visit the grave of your love

Every night I visit the grave of your love
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How many scars does a person bear to his heart and soul in a lifetime?

Sometimes I think its such a blessing to be vain or amnesic. You live in the present, the past never bothers. One bears no scars from the past.

Its easy to get over a boyfriend but hardest to get over a best friend. Its a scar which never fades. Never heals. It always haunts you.

I'm haunted. Forever.

Friday, February 17, 2012

In solitude, where we are least alone

In solitude, where we are least alone.

It takes time to fall in love with true solitude. And it takes practice. To spend more time with yourself, be out in the world alone and not rush to meet people every weekend. It takes time and practice. But once you get out of that dependency that need for socializing, ah the bliss of all the things in the world await us.

What is true solitude one would wonder. True solitude is when you achieve true awareness, sensing the presence of that which is forever ignored. The shape of my finger tips and toes, the fine lines on my palms, the shape of my footprint, the tiny squirrel family in the tree outside my house and their daily tik tiking sounds, the whiskers of my cat and his claws, the direction of the breeze that hits me, rustle of the trees I live around.

I can go on n on n on.....

Solitude is beautiful

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