Yes I know I’m thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ as I always do.
Thinkin’ of those flowers again
Flowers I thought of giftin’ you
And those flowers are waitin’ still
Waitin’ still
Waitin’ still for none than you.
Yes I know I’m thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ as I always do.
Thinkin’ why this distance we have
Distance which came unwantedly through
And I question myself, what went wrong
What went wrong
Please believe me theres’ no clue.
Yes I know I’m thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ as I always do.
Thinkin’ of those moments again
Moments colored to red-grey-blue
These moments want you to come
Want you to come
Coz lifes’ so long, they are so few.
Yes I know I’m thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ as I always do.
You are moving, I am movin’
Both away, everyday new
But today my heart just went down
All colors changed to deep black-brown
There’s emptiness all around
With all efforts, no escape found
Yet I tried hard
Tried hard to move
The world so noisy
This heart just mute
An only option am left again with ...
... as you know, I’m thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ as I always do!
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Hmmm ... am actually convinced with myself today to see this composition bring some truest of my expressions in print. No idea how could I write this big but it just came in a flow. 40 minutes. Time taken to compose this rhyme has been seriously out of this world.
Like while flying a kite, it doesn’t matter which direction you try to make it fly, it aligns itself with the wind seamlessly eventually. There’s a beautiful experience I followed myself through, being flown through writing as well.
As I wrote earlier, writing has the power to heal; yes it definitely has but today I realized it’s even adventurous. It also gives you a platform to decode those complex twisted cables of thoughts that keep you choked every moment you find yourself dwindling with them.
You might reason down the cause of your thought process to some odd reason ‘X’ but when you start documenting about it, there’s an eventual drift towards the actual/ root cause of it, which could be some reason ‘Y’ or ‘Z'. Therefore, you get to eventually realize the pattern in the reason’s structure and you start unfolding the chemistry behind your thought process easily.
Today I actually decided to pen-down a rhyme. Rhyme without a theme in mind, just very much casually one can say. I started to write something around loneliness, which engulfs me almost everyday I’m backing home. However hard might I try, words weren't ready to come, even though am quite mentally prepared for the same.
I then stopped pressuring my mind and put my fountain pen to action and yes I could write something. But at the end of it I realized that it ended up with something I never intended to, something I never wanted to pen.
When did my initial idea get transformed into the current theme, I never realized. It was so seamless and smooth that it actually left me surprised. Even better just 40 odd minutes to give this composition a final touch is not less surprising again coz I have never written anything in less than 3-4 hours, writing a rhyme has always evolved in fact over a couple of days and yet this one looks to be so appropriate to the corresponding emotions.
Writing is definitely calling...
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