At some point in life, Why does the silence look colorful and the colorful noise look dull? Why does the pleasant noise haunt and the painful silence delight? Why do we want to- Unsee the seen, See the unseen, Resee the seen, Undo the done, Do the undone, Redo the done, Unhear the heard, Hear the unheard, Rehear the heard, Unfeel the felt, Feel the unfelt, Refeel the felt? Why does everything and everyone drive us insane? Why does the insanity seek clarity? Why don't we find the solutions for our problems? Why do the problems seem to be invincible? Why don't we give ourselves the authority to make ourselves our priority? Why do we let the thorns of our past prick us? Why do we stay on the same page? Not all the pages have the same characters and the same plot. Turning the page may give us a reason to smile again. It may bring us closer to something that is unbelievably beautiful. We may not find it now. It may come after turning a...
A pester impels the storyteller to uncover its mystery to her fascinated tender listener. So, the bearer of a little heart with an ocean of emotions and a storm in her head unfettered- “It heckles you when you expect it from your significant other; Not an accurate unit to measure the span of any pillar; I wonder why forever is still the best seller! Fathoming your emotions it makes you quiver; When the push comes to shove, you find it to be nothing but hollow hearted, my dear.” So, learn that ‘forever’ doesn't mean ‘eternity’ as you hear; Because, once upon a time, “Who doesn't know I'm only a word and nothing will ever last until kingdom come?” jested forever.