Trapped

Have you ever felt that you are being trapped?

Have it once occured to you that some moments of complete liberity could be signs for long tournaments in imprisionment?

It happens that I usually donot feel that I am in a cage, whether it was silver or golden; but recently, things are changing. Matters are taking different moulds. And my idea of living under the ultramundane sky as a free bird is slightly getting mutated!

Could it be Time, the hidden instrument that is suffocating our breathes with its fast leaps?!

Could it be the tenatative sensation of security or the unfathomed feeling of obsecurity?

I can never regard Time as a hideous

Extracted Replies

Because no one has answered my short, humble question ... I ran a quick survery and collected variable answers... they were not as I wanted... they were just the right answers...

And they go like this:

• "One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." - Sophocles
  


• "Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed." - John Tarrant
  


• "We love because it's the only true adventure." - Nikki Giovanni
  


• "Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away." - Dorothy Parker
  


• "Love is friendship set on fire." - unknown
  


• "Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing." - Goethe
  


• "To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia." - H.L. Mencken
  


• "Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong
  


• "Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions." - Isaac Bashevis Singer
  


• "Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
  


• "Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum
  


• "Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside." - Margaret Walker
  


• "Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature." - Howard Thurman
  


• "Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end." - Anonymous
  


• "Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." - Rainer Maria Rilke
  


• "Where love is, no room is too small." - Talmud
  


• "Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston
  


• "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain
  


• "Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." - Nicholas Sparks
  


• "To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde
  


• "A love song is just a caress set to music." - Sigmund Romberg
  


• "Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov
  


• "Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever." - unknown
  


• "Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." - Erich Fromm
  


• "In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth." - Bill Wundram, Iowa Quad Cities Times
  


• "Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning
  


• "Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania." - Dorothy Parker
  


• "To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." - Woody Allen

A Question

I am just wondering.....

Is Love Expensive?!

Synchronicity

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  "Many things happen to us in life that are fraught with meaning. Amazing coincidences that become turning points in the road. Happenstance events that suddenly become pieces of the puzzle of our lives. Put them together, and you may find an answer to why things are the way they are. Soul Moments is a wonderful collection of such times..." --Gannett News Service

There is much meaning that lies in this comment. At least, it makes sense to my life. I keep changing things and people, and I keep choosing the same things and people over and over again!! They are them but in different masks. They are them but in different forms. They are them but in foreign languages!

So, this only validates the saying that states: "You can never hide from yourself, for wherever you go, there you are!". And our tastes conduct us in a line. We think that we are changing it, we think we are outsmarting ourselves and others, but in fact we are only fooling all, and mutating truth.

Days of Lore

About long ago periods where life seemed to be simpler and easier we scribble.
Of eras when money was plentiful, resting in our palms with peace, earned by ease we write.
For those passed moments, those tranquil and nonviolent, still jiffies we push the pen to paper, or here, the button to screen.
And for the days that we were able to extract some hours out of our daily routine, and take a break, a coffee-break we explore.

Sometimes I do wonder about such days, and I remember how I used to think that something alike is going to accompany me for the rest of my life. For I used to argue that I am the Man of Choice and I am the Man of Selection, it happened that I turned to be the total opposite.

There comes in a life time some moments where you let it go. You feel the rush of a certain idea, you get all excited about it, jolting you where you are standing, jerking you out of your own stability and tranquility… but alas, moments like these are a true alarm of a long dejection. Glumness attacks you. Sadness overwhelms. And the one thing you feel is apt to be done is forgetting and moving along.

Nevertheless, I keep fighting and struggling to attain forcelessly the Days of Lore. They ring in our ears a never-ending bell, which echoes millions of mini-voices, transcending our pessimism into another elevated state.

And such a subject, reminds me of an excerpt from the famous song for Mary Hopkins, "Those WEre The Days", which says:

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.