“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I
have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are
suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings
to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not
know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the
wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as
you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.

She knows not what to do
about it but she has a vague idea about what she feels about it. It's a
confusing matter but at times when she dives in too deep into the mind mesh,
for an instant she gets the feeling as if she has caught a hold of the
unwinding point of the tangled thread, but she losses it again in the passing
of a moment. At times, in the silent hours of the night, she wonders if she
will ever be able to untangle the delicate silken threads of thoughts, the
thoughts concerning that particular matter. The tangled mesh is coloured by all
the emotions she could possibly feel, the colours of feelings make it more
confusing yet it has a symmetry- a fine complexly arranged matrix- but she is
not wise enough to figure out the order or symmetry of the matrix! It leaves
her baffled and shaken sometimes. She feels like a fool unable to handle all
these pure raw emotions and thoughts of a highly spiritual nature. But there
are moments when she feels as if she is an expert authority on the matter, as
if she knows all about its spirituality and delicacy! She likes toying with her
mind and twisting the thoughts into unrecognizable tangles and yet she also
tries to sort them out, as if she ever could....!
A fatal
mental disease,
A curse
unbound,
A fairytale
of pain,
An ultimate
tragedy,
And yet,
The most
beautiful emotion,
A heavenly
blessing,
The perfect
fairytale,
The ultimate
glory,
Ah! Love….!!!
-Aksa