Mind

Had few things going in my mind , things about creation capturing moments, each person, each individual has a story in it, and billions and billions of such plays get enacted every moment in the world...few which strike are told either through books, music, movies, images which capture the moment so precisely, words come out in many ways as verses, as stories, as plays, all having its own uniqueness, its own power to inspire and etch memories and thoughts which remain in human minds and affect their thoughts and actions.

somehow don’t want to loose my grip in writing...i always wanted to do this... but some where some things got lost in the transition phase... many of ma joys...my light moments... my drawings... cycling... writings.... friends....once i liked taking pics... n wen d cam went with it extinguished the fire...

And where do i end up now years and years past. Mind is such a fickle idiot it does not understand things the way it has to. Too much to do,

too much to say and the time is so very limited. Some argue it to be other wise . Is it true or is it not ? Who can exactly answer that ? When it comes to an individual he has , his own right and wrong. Others may not agree, but who has to agree upon people are diverse and more diverse their mind, and this is as complex as trying to figure out where from the universe began.