Swim away…

Looking for a meaning, I plod through my thought- clutter. I get hold of some pieces and try to make something meaningful out of it.

But, But….

It looks different from what I actually saw. My thought canvas is marred by some abberant strokes, so much so, that I do not get transported to the moment, just after seeing it.

But anyways, I’ll aceept it. So what, if it isn’t true ? but it’s mine, my version of ‘ the real ‘, which I’ll cherish forever.

I swam back to that old shore, to rummage through those musings, which I had left behind in the pursuit of a glorious tomorrow.

I found ‘lost’ happiness, moments and people.

Regrets, which weren’t a good teacher then.

Insults, scar of which, has absorbed away in my soul.

Relationships, which I belittled in their very prime.

Words, which no longer form a part of my vocabulary.

I further swim away, miles past my last stop.

Searching through my past , in the present, to improve my tomorrow.

But, now..

The details are losing away.The margins of my lake is smudged up till it’s horizon. My view is hazy due to a thick misty blanket which has encased the landscape.

I can no longer navigate my destination -as if that was certain before ? Huh…

So, I stopped immediately.

I let go of my weight and efforts altogether, now, floating like a dead leaf.

Up and down, intermittently.

Their is no impulse, no drive, just my soul in equilibrium with a world, that’s not just mine, but one.

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