a pensive moment of joy spent near a window with the book lying unopened on your lap..
you daydream while being drenched in rain that he is right there beside u waiting for you to hold his hand..
you think of him every moment of your existence. be it a moment of joy a moment of sorrow...or one of those very few moments of our hectic life when we let them flow in their own pace without trying to interfere with them...
Its all about those moments & that queer sense...that strange feeling..it is so peaceful yet so restless; so joyous yet so painful...
sometimes we do get a stupid sensation of pleasure by hurting our own selves...we love to see our own tears...& thats why we suffer from illusions..
we SUFFER cause we LOVE to suffer.....
Happiness is a very complicated thing...often we conquer it not from our most joyous & merry moments...but our biggest source of grief...
Mon Aug 06, 2007 11:09 am