One tends to keep one's mind occupied. Always. With everything. Anything. A simple silence and doing nothing makes one restless.
The mind desperately hops. One starts fiddling with things around. This moment the mind rides into memory lanes. The other it wanders in dreamlands. One thinks of everything. Anything. Love and life. Sex and successes. Movies and menus.
Meanwhile that solitary bird outside the window has been missed. Her breathless song is lost in memory lanes, never to be heard again. And the mind is occupied; With memory lanes and dreamlands, for a simple silence and doing nothing, makes one restless.
The mind desperately hops. One starts fiddling with things around. This moment the mind rides into memory lanes. The other it wanders in dreamlands. One thinks of everything. Anything. Love and life. Sex and successes. Movies and menus.
Meanwhile that solitary bird outside the window has been missed. Her breathless song is lost in memory lanes, never to be heard again. And the mind is occupied; With memory lanes and dreamlands, for a simple silence and doing nothing, makes one restless.
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keep blogging:)
Navin
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