Journeys

The true journey of a loved life lies in the agony of its construction. Of its path and of its destination. 

Could a journey be complete without angst or temporary joy?
I think not, for the gateways to permanence is one that has never been laid.Before you know it and while you are in it only does one realize that the journey has already begun and one is in the next path of attainment. 

The Sun shall rise again just as it would set but the the stars would only fade and reappear as soon as its song sung..

So hold on to the frustration .. make it your oar.. 

you never know where lies the exit door. 

Croon .. keep at it. 

Every bud needs to blossom :)

Love
Aparna :)

A sparkle dropped !

A whiff of memories could be astounding with its aromatic flavours and hue-full shades.

Gently curving a thought and ringing the tune of a famous Song.
Not many could appreciate the value of a heartfelt memory.

But the serenity of It is in-compared.

Remembering a Moment, is like watching a play through a slide Show.

The image that leads, the Pictures that follow, the scent that marks the year and  the 
sounds surrounding it.

That wave of time draws you in, through a bed of sand..caressing those hidden thoughts, oscillating between what was and what is.

 If only Time could be reversed. . .

Love would be different, 

repetition would have meaning,

respect would have a new agenda and

realization would hit rock bottom

before it gets layered by fresh sediments.

Remember It all.

 It could be sparkling sand !

Pixie
Sedated by the desire of a rose from yesterday. 
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A view from The Bridge !

It doesn't matter if God made us or we were made by science. The contours of our race is indeed something to be studied. The ability to take control seems to have been the first centrifugal point of focus in each individual.

There's never a moment, while we live, that our mind cements itself away from influence. Most often than not the persistence, another being has on the mind is alarming.

 A constant presence, a continuous nudge and an accelerated process.There may be times when one might want to rationalize the occurrence of repetition.
But would there ever be an apt answer ? 
An answer socially acceptable ?

The impulse to appreciate an ancient cultural segregation of a person's life is almost impossible to subdue.

(Bramahacharyam, Grihaprastham, Vaanaprastham, Sanyaasam)

But with the birth of humans came the birth of avarice and desire.
 
There lies the never-ending search of an impractical combination of the practice of life laced with calculation, covetousness and possibility.

One without another heads towards partial sainthood. None without each other presents the perfect human being.

The quest for higher reason has no sufficient vernacular understanding.

Again comes hope, promise and desire to the rescue.

in this case capacity is not measured but experienced

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