Questions

Do you sometimes wonder that the best of all times spent were rather just a silver lining amidst dark clouds? As if all the places we’ve lived in were like people who came along to touch our lives in an inexplicable way. Do you wonder if you’d feel that emotion again? Perhaps, the way we feel an emotion has more significance than the emotion itself. Is it the emotion that touches us or the person? What is it that warms our heart, the sun or the sunshine? Is it the melody of the song or the whirlpool of emotions it brings? The moment or the memory it carries?

Why is it that some raindrops hum a half forgotten song while others drench us with long lost love? Sometimes the balcony feels cozier than usual, why? Is it the woods that silently whisper a secret or the road we choose to walk upon?

The winds change and we must change with it. But why is it that some winds bring tornadoes of devastation so deep that the ‘I’ becomes unrecognizable; while some winds tarnish away every masquerade until the withered soul is allowed to breathe.

Was it the pebble that caused a riot in the lake or was it something in the water? Was the water waiting to be stirred, shaken from the calm of illusions? What is it that decides how deeply the ripples embrace the soul of the water? The throw or how much the water was longing to be shaken? Did the throw reach far enough to cause a riot in the heart of the water? Does the water also wonder if she would ever be touched the same way again? Would she be able to caress the ripples ever again? Has her desire to be touched satiated?