Thursday, January 28, 2010

Inside

How does it feel to live someone else's memory? To see what they saw? To feel what they felt? How does it feel when all their emotions seep into you? The agony, the exhaustion, the frustration, the pure unadulterated joy?

I didn't know I could feel this close to someone. I didn't know you could actually see things through someone else's eyes. Turns out you can.

When go walk long enough, you reach a place beyond which words have little or no meaning. In this place you can only talk with your eyes. Often, you're alone in this place. But if you're lucky enough... someone who can hear you will be walking with you.

I don't know if there's anyone out there walking with me. But I know I have heard one voice. I have felt unsaid feelings.

I'm certain it won't happen but I know that I'll keep walking until that someone decides to turn around and see me.

11 comments:

Brosreview said...

I like the dash of sadness, but hope too, in this piece. Yes, it is hard to find someone to "see you". Hmm, this suits my latest lyrics, doesn't it?

Go along, and you will find that special someone who fill notice it, stop by, lend a hand, and help you walk forward with a lot of love and support.

I took a while to find my honey, Annie. But, when I did, there is nothing as beautiful as the love, care, support, encouragement, understanding and much more I've ever received in my life.

And, this is coming from me! Have you read my previous stuff?! Hehe!

Nice "random-russum" with a lot of depth. Keep them coming!!!

BloggerMouth said...

:)

There's scope for better. I just don't want better. Thanks for reading and of course I have read your previous stuff! Not everything but enough to know why you asked me :)

!Teq-uila Del Zapata said...

at times, i see someone else walking beside me, but I always find that its another me and times many me's. there is lot of loneliness in crowded place. Prolly only times, i dont feel alone is when i am with my bunch of chums. At all other time, I dont feel any belongingness. Why does this aloofness exist, why is it difficult to correlate?

BloggerMouth said...

Stupid race that we are, our problem is not not knowing the answer. Our problem is acceptance of those answers. Everyone is inconsequential.

Aw.S.M said...

Am too loud to hear anyone else and too conceited to care too :P..hence no luck for me...but hey...good for u....u sure r in a confused state aint ya!!

love
amith

BloggerMouth said...

Not at all, Awsm Amith. I've never been clearer xD

Gymnast said...

Oh..it is. It is possible to talk without words. It is even possible to feel somebody's feeling even when that person is miles away.

And girl , this post is beautiful, with a sprinkling of wisdom.

And a beautiful soul like you deserves someone special , so dont worry if somebody passed by. Better is yet to come.

I like it that you are so much at peace. Makes me wish i'd known you in real life.

BloggerMouth said...

Means so much to me that you said that, Gymnast :) You have a clear heart and an honest soul, I can tell.

Aw.S.M said...

a lotta love flyin around in ere...:P

BloggerMouth said...

It IS February after all :P

arvind said...

me heard: even in a desert the flowers sending their fragnace nvr bothering abt whether anybody seeing them or not..

just enjoy - no need for other's eye..

nice writing..