Do you think anyone can invalidate candour or honesty?
Is a memory an illusion or a reality, that you’ve picked up
from some distant recollection? How the stars exist
in our vision beyond their lifetimes? Do you think I would
just hastily valediction a past because it brings me pangs
of pain. There is a love that overlaps every brigade of change.
From times when there was no script, to times when there
were speaking stones, to times when there were scrolls,
to times when we read avidly from publishers who were
in the know. Is it invention or recollection? All fiction has original
form, that we discover and rediscover time and again from our forgetting!
We all must realise that we have to live to an end, and live again!
Now we’ve even forgotten books! If we can have AI chips in our brains,
may be we will know all, but would we forget the chirp of that omnipresent
love that lasts insignificantly like a blade of grass and yet a flame
that is reminiscent of every moment of the infinity. I am just not going to
blockade what belongs to me through the wisdom of my soul!
I am no `have not’, belonging to an age that delivers too much,
and yet contains too little! I was walking on a bridge one day, and a little
strange bird flew into my face. It came from Mars…I remember
it by its colours. It spoke of so much love, all those souls wrapped
around me in a time capsule of a moment of an encounter.
Sometimes, you just fathom you can walk backwards as much as you
can walk forward!
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