Lea's Exploration Of Life

 I think to realise is much much better than pretending unrealisation of things. To realise and absorb in that guilt, drown in the harsh feelings and remain melancholy for sometime is better, I swear way better than blinding your eyes with the fact, 'I was right.' A much worse case, is accepting, perceiving your mistake or situation and not even opening your lips when someone else is doing the exact same thing. It is your realisation of no use if you can't even correct someone. Sometimes, to comprehend the fact of correcting, we think, why should we really tell them it's wrong when we had the similar behavior earlier? But, it hurts like thorns, pinches like citrus in eyes, when others repeat a mistake you had committed and you can do nothing but see. In your mind, your imagination and memory runs faster than you and you imagine yourself in that situation with a different person, different ambiance- just as it was. Such realisation reminisces in a more raucous way when y...

 Memories. I love you dear memory, When did you get time, To connect my feelings with my neurons, In a gorgeous smile, When i was so busy, Forgetting some bad of you? When I regained something of you, You didn't flump on me.. You didn't try to hurt me.. We had a good process, Of healing, I believe. You made me recall, My eyes became tired of wetting, But for good. So much of me, Time, unsaid, unsent letters, Was locked in you.. I went to catch all of them, Like running in an endless field, Catching dandelions, catching so so much of you.. Some emotions came unconsciously, Some knobs I had to turn to see.. I forgot who I was for minutes, Wishing it was hours and hours I was pulled, akin to pulling a string of yarn, So many eyes,  two lips singing, Fears lost, once  and I was found, once. But it all happened only when my eyes were active, mood delightful.  When the blackness comes to sit with me, You are not pleasant, You pinch, You hurt, You make me cry.. And I sit nu...