Category: Readings

Imagination

I’m afraid, I lose sense of time most of the day. One minute I’m writing and the other I’m just lost, lost somewhere in the land of imagination. Everything seems to be replica of what I’m living now except that I’m able to change situations, expressions, gestures, even feelings on a whim.

It’s like living parallel with a world of my imagination. It’s flexible. I don’t even try much to get there. I just am naturally there. It’s in the real world, it takes efforts to come back to.

Memories

Memory is a fragile thing. Memories – a tenuous affair

You want to hold it close and sheltered within the walls of that skeletal structure looming over your shoulders.

You do too. Voluntary, involuntary.

But, then it has its own way of escaping, it slips out of the bounds and becomes the gentle air, floats around you, engulfs you. It’s like that wine, matured over the years, reeling your senses into the realm where unreal is more real.

Do you want to lose yourself? Do you even have a choice?