Love in My Studio Apartment
I have a small studio apartment in some corner of this
earth, where I create dreams, I see them translating into realities. I speak
less because my mind always does things beyond the imagination of a human
being. Some people just do their regular jobs, they smile less, earn big money
but never dwell in simplicity, they are unable to create those fairytales, they
are mechanical, they are practical unlike me. My eyes always visualize the
unseen, my ears always hear the unheard, my body always travels beyond the
boundaries. I am no God, I am just normal creature who believes in miracles,
who believes in hopes, who loves criticism, who loves the chaos, who is so much
delectable, who never gets angry.
Lately, I have developed resistance to all the hard hitting
stones. I am learning to live, I am learning to take responsibility, I am doing
things I always desired. I have found Moksha in my living room, my heart is
pumping more, my mind is peaceful, I am in my own kingdom.
The factory of love that I have started is running fine; all
the lilies in my balcony are giving more fragrance like never before. I am in love with someone, someone who is
absolutely gorgeous, someone who knows what I am and what I can do. I am
feeling like a master again, I started blogging again; I am no more a depressed
soul. All my mood swings vanished, all my shyness just disappeared, I am
absolutely sane now. Some known souls read my blog secretly, some praises my
words, some discard them as junk, some take them home.
I feel like a superstar when someone appreciates while I
never get disheartened if they feel I write crap. I follow no grammar, I follow
no English rule, I just follow my heart, I just write what makes me feel good.
Tonight, there was rain, inside and outside which made me scribble down my
thoughts, my happiness, my love for that special soul. Thank you for
everything.
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