It had always been a search for that rhythm of life...
It had always been a search for that passion for adventures...
It had always been a search for that clicking of minds...
It had always been a search for that connection between hearts ...
And of course It had always been a search for that eternal and utopic idea called "LOVE"... The quest perhaps is a never ending one. Now-a-days I always feel that a constant strive for a balance between all of these is my destiny. I keep finding them all and then losing all of it. I start from scratch, once again to gather all the scattered morsels of my soul and go on a new adventure. I take music , I take poetry and I prefer to take a man in my stride.
But who's that man? My friend? My acquaintance? My relative ? Or just a muse? I still dont have the answer.
And of course It had always been a search for that eternal and utopic idea called "LOVE"... The quest perhaps is a never ending one. Now-a-days I always feel that a constant strive for a balance between all of these is my destiny. I keep finding them all and then losing all of it. I start from scratch, once again to gather all the scattered morsels of my soul and go on a new adventure. I take music , I take poetry and I prefer to take a man in my stride.
But who's that man? My friend? My acquaintance? My relative ? Or just a muse? I still dont have the answer.
I wonder, would I prefer a King Solomon with me, whose wisdom enriches me every moment?
Would it take a Dhrubo Chowdhury (hope you guys remember 'doorbin') whose intermittent surges of love and indiffrence kills me each time I try to smile?
Or is it a Sinbaad the sailor who takes me aboard on an undestined ocean voyage in a stormy night?
Or is it a Sinbaad the sailor who takes me aboard on an undestined ocean voyage in a stormy night?
I hate to make choices.
I shall never make one, perhaps.
And perhaps, that explains my complicated being.
There was a time I used to think that being simple is a boon and being complicated, - a curse . I consciuosly tried to overlook my complicated being in order to make myself believe, "Look, am so simple!" But on an unassuming windy night, I came to know from a MAN again, that "You are beautifully Complex!" This is perhaps one of the greatest complements I ever received. It took some time to sink in. Finally when the night passed away, when the eastern sky started to lighten, I caught hold of my complicated being and started loving it.
Yes, I am a complicated soul and love to be so. I shall never make black and white choices in my life, I shall never follow the highway which leads to the simple happinesses of life, I shall never make anyone simply happy.
Yes, I am a complicated soul and love to be so. I shall never make black and white choices in my life, I shall never follow the highway which leads to the simple happinesses of life, I shall never make anyone simply happy.
I proudly believe that I'll never take life as it comes. I'll force myself on life and it has to take me in its stride with all I have. Sometimes, with the elegance and confidence of the Queen of Sheba; Sometimes, with the innocence and surrender of Remy and sometimes, with the audacity and passion of an unknown city-maiden who never thinks twice before embarking upon a journey called life.
