Sometimes I just want to fly. To the distanat horizon, beyond the line of blue and play with the white dreams.Divorced from the time I want to float around the sky with the birds and land in some distant lake where I can swim with the white cranes. And with them I again want to reach the sky and move to Siberia and play with the white snow. Sometimes I want to be a small child and play around with a tire in hand.Why are they happy all the time?I too want a take a handful of earth in my hand and make sweet nothing with them....I want to splash water to somebody who will be with me....I want to write something stupid on the black slate with white chalks.I want to memorize the rhymes and number tables sitting ny the tree and shouting at the top of my voice...
Sometimes I just want sit idle, doing nothing.Nothing..Nothing is a dreaded word for me.With the experience of complete nothingness in my pocket a few years back I have travelled quite a few blogs. I dont want to go back to nothingness...But still sometimes Nothing is also beautiful.
And sometimes I just want sit beside somebody and take her head in the my shoulders and sit there for thousands of seconds.
I have to do so many things yaaaar...
Lets Go Now..................................................................
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