It is 02:07am & I'm wide awake. I can't sing the song of
Rachel green - The Morning is Here ..The Morning is Here... Sunshine is Here.
It's not the morning – rather a deep night. The world has settled down, the
human beings have calmed themselves for a few hours, and of course the nature
is running its course. I am still awake; not sometimes; unusually usual. I lose
grip on the equilibrium of my life and I get a sleepless night here and there.
An expression (may through email/SMS/post card..) is always complemented by an expression (if reciprocated).
An unfinished poem, an unfinished novel or an unfinished
symphony can never have the aesthetic status of completed works of music, art
or literature.
The same applies to individual human life. A human life
cannot attain its full meaning until it is complete. Everything seeks purpose and
meaning.
An expression (may through email/SMS/post card..) is always complemented by an expression (if reciprocated).
But - SILENCE ? A Call/Conversation
ended up with bad note? - actually kills from inside.
Perhaps that's why I am awake. I am so scared to fall
asleep. So scared to really let me take where it will.
"If you don't do this, I'll not give you candy
anymore". And there it is. It is pure, it is simple, and it is being
enacted right before me. The laws that govern the "little"; not the “grownups”.
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So far, I have been on one end of the spectrum - not being the quiet listener but the one with the lump in the throat.
NOW - I want to listen. I'ld love to listen. Believe me, you won't be able to connect with someone (even if you spend day and night with them) the way you do in that one moment of expression/confession, one moment with trembling lips and wet eyes — in that one moment of trust.
And it is almost always about that ONE moment… if it passes, it would not come back. If you are distracted, you wouldn’t hear it again. Sometimes, just missing that one moment keeps us at a distance from the person we love for the rest of our lives.
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So far, I have been on one end of the spectrum - not being the quiet listener but the one with the lump in the throat.
NOW - I want to listen. I'ld love to listen. Believe me, you won't be able to connect with someone (even if you spend day and night with them) the way you do in that one moment of expression/confession, one moment with trembling lips and wet eyes — in that one moment of trust.
And it is almost always about that ONE moment… if it passes, it would not come back. If you are distracted, you wouldn’t hear it again. Sometimes, just missing that one moment keeps us at a distance from the person we love for the rest of our lives.
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2 comments:
"An unfinished poem, an unfinished novel or an unfinished symphony can never have the aesthetic status of completed works of music, art or literature"
Puttin another perspective, inspired from Woody Allen, "...only unfulfilled/unfinished love/poem/novel can be romantic..." Coz therez an enigma to it...
Yes I do admit - it does make sense.
"unfulfilled ..unfinished" here I meant the stage of 'falling in..new or growing..'. The chase, the gestures, the drama & sticking around is essential to maintain the excitement.
One need to break the SILENCE; because this is a relief to the pulmonary affection; not the disease of mind :-)
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