The randomness to be,is
taking me to heights, unachieved and not even thought of, by anyone, it is all
pleasure and pleasure, but the inner spirit is feeling a turmoil from within,
what is it actually, the randomness is so dynamic ,that it is taking me out of
my senses to a land unknown, unseen, unreached and at the same time utmost satisfaction is
lingering around, the sentence is loosing the control, and the focus is
shifting too, still it is going on and on and on, and still so much is left to
be said, how to hold my flow, is the question, I am unaware of, still the flow
is maintained, all rubbish, still making atleast some sense. . . .
Leaving Behind........
15 years ago