T: There is just so much to say but all over there is still darkness, silence and solitude. Walls have ears, i have heard, but any kind of audio-verbal barter is prohibited. Who should i tell? I am tired listening to my mind's voice each time, and because of that all our deepest desires and longings remains buried.
S: This heart, despite the buried desires still dreams, that is its greatest achievement, that is what makes life worthwhile my friend.
T: Is this called living life? Wingless bird, how will i fly? In dreams can I escape, run away..far...ever so far; so many wishes, so many thoughts, life is short but desires are oceanic. I keep searching for the boat to cross this sea of a life; and then hopeless when i fall dizzy like you feel after being on a swirling and spinning ride, i stare around blankly but everything seems to be getting mixed up, fading away into the horizon beyond my reach.
S: Friend, you view life through drunken eyes, we exaggerate and eulogize our dreams so much that petite happiness gets lost somewhere; our desires are so many but how little is our capacity. Your looking at the sea is futile, I see tides in that, they go away with the promise of their return, I am drunk in that hope friend, my life is short but hopes are one basket full....
T: It is that hope-filled basket with which is built the house where I reside friend, I know the tides will come and shatter everything down to shambles, still incessant are my efforts, i again make my hope-filled hamlet. It is true, our petite happiness get lost in the constellation of our dreams, but the dreams in these little eyes are immense, their leash is not in my hands. Around me, everybody's dreams materialize, then why not mine? Where is my fault? I will not curse my destiny, but directionless I retract into that world of dreams.
S: If desires were fulfilled then it won't remain desires anymore, one gets fulfilled and another comes up. The one who writes her own destiny, is today strumming the notes of depression? Of all, her desires are the greatest, because they are not enmeshed in the dirt of reality. Friend, you are the queen of all our dreams.
T: Hahahaha...don't elevate me so high that when i fall even the memory won't remain, like water i will mix and get lost in life's mud. These dreams breathe life into my soul. To get kissed by the fresh, fragrance-filled morning air when i open the windows do i sleep the night before under covers to wade off the embracing darkness surrounding me. Me...a queen..hah.. am just a roadside vagrant begging for one piece of moon. Is that too much to ask for? Depression stands at every corner, junction and turnings to take control of my senses. My soul has dried up, laughter and tears refuse to burst out; with pale eyes I stare blankly. Oh dear friend, there is just no end to this yearning, to these desires.
S: I repeat, these longings and desires are our biggest gain. No matter how much depression strikes, this desiring should never get erased, it should never die.
T: Friend, in this journey of life don't ever get lost, you are the reason why I am alive, i am relegated to an extreme solitary confinement, a wayward, directionless sailor.
S: I will sail your life's boat through friend .. forever and for always. Many will come, many will go, even if you get angry with me, i will never desert you.
T: That is why i love you incomprehensibly and so i cannot bear when you look through me as if i do not exist, as if an apparition standing before you. Your attitude at times cuts through like a dagger in my chest. I want to hug you and howl and shriek, whine and smile. You are my life, I get really angry at times but where will I go with all that pent-up wrath and frustration? People change over time, whether that is a good thing or bad I cannot decipher... am just flowing with the stream of life.
S: Friend, no matter how angry you get with me, the fact remains and is known very well by you that i was, am and will be with you for all times to keep. The two of us are petals of the same bud, entwined forever. Love you. :)
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