A bubble thinks...

Damn I want to express things as my eyes direct to me. So, what's the big deal! Well, I need to know, if my eyes are able to X-ray the facts hidden behind the facts shown. And I need to know, if my eyes don't wear colored glasses. I need to confirm, if my eyes are able to scan to my mind the true picture of the things visible.

Gosh! They can't. They suffer from limitations. They have their own shortcomings. Trying to depend on my eyes alone could never make it. I need to switch over to a better option. Well, could my brain be of any help? Let me think. Nah. It can't think 360 degrees round. Whatever in front, can be analyzed well within the limits of my knowledge. But what about 'beyond the limits'? 

Big borderline. I don't know everything. Little-much that I know can't be confirmed as something perfect. My knowledge-sources are not trustworthy. Theories keep getting rejected from time to time. No brain works in a fool-proof manner. I dare not to believe in my brain for the perfection of that analysis. Don't I need to strive for perfection?

My thoughts need to be churned. Big stones need to be turned. I must get an impression, that the world is not going to be the same ever. A single minute is capable of bringing big differences here. Anything perfect in this moment is subject to wear and tear in the very next moment. Could perfection be expelled ever from the boundaries of place and time? Certainly not. So, where is this all thoughtful homework taking me to? It's already big time to realize, that I should not get into the worries of being perfect.

A little bubble doesn't live for long. So is this life. Isn't it like a 'never get again' kind of opportunity to rejoice! I must plan to get a chunk of lethargy while creating complexities around me. This bubble must utilize the time available for better things like creating harmony.

My eyes, my brain, my words, and my expressions must be my loved soldiers, but not worth being relied upon blindly. Expressions should constantly work for celebrations. I think I should invest my time in joining the worthy part of the world.

Bliss.

Hey, my best pal!

Hey Life!

No formalities please. I think, I need to rethink on my decision of being friends with you. When supposed to choose, I love to be in the fraternity of those who add jolliness, fragrance, forgiveness, and togetherness here. I found in you a great friend, who could provide all that one could desire of, and much much more. But I think I have got certain reasons to believe that all that softness got only superimposed by me on you there. Ain't you way more cruel than you ought to be? My dear, why don't you try to follow, that you are the most loved here. Which heart doesn't need you? The rhythmic dance of every heart-beat is meant to welcome you. People keep chasing their favorites till the end just because they feel that you shall come to them along with those favorites. So much comparable with a gift are you, while the favorites happen to be a kind of mere wrapping foil only. Grand parties get arranged with the thought of getting into your fortunate lap. We here smile for you, cry for you, we dance for you, we rest for you. My my, we here love you so much.

Friends were never so! I fail to access, if you reached some extra-ordinary heights; or we collapsed down. Whatsoever, you are far away. Someone who is like the essence of this planet, and still missing, is you, My pal! Get some time to figure out the mess being generated in every heart on account of your being distant apparently. See, it's always hard to lose a friend. So, despite finding myself damn hurt regarding the kind of choice I made while befriending you, I can still find myself maintaining a sacred corner for you, and the same is getting so much like a void right now. I but have to admit, I sincerely don't want to get out of touch with you. Actually, I belong to you completely.

Trying to read your mind, I may speculate that the world might have not been very much hospitable to you, who knows! I suspect, if you got hurt by the way people do here. Backstabbing annoys. May be, you got victimized of the bad intentions of the worldly players. But why don't you give us all a chance? Get back dear, get back. Somehow I can have a hope, that you would be back. Well, words thoroughly sound superficial, when it is all being listened through the feelings! Don't I know that you know each of my word so well way prior to its utterance? Still composing these words here, I don't know what the sense does it make. All I know, is that we all love you, and we all miss you. It may be regarded as a dumb letter on behalf of all those hearts which are getting turned into mere mechanical organs, rather than being the core of subtle feelings, and sublime love.

Anticipating a reply sooner than later, I'll be happier to find you yourself there though.

With a crying heart, and a smiling face,

Your very own,

Timsy.