It is not known, where why fore prevails,

Some days be such, of uncertain entails.

Hark ! the clouded mind thinks through,

Ponder did I not, till the other withdrew.

Be of fear be of guilt be of deepest apprehension,

What will shall will, be distant from friction.

Does ever an anguished mind conform to regularity. Or a regular be of anguish. Of course ! Try the both and see that there exists but little vacuum between the forms. The mind was made to think for itself, at times. Most of it has gone in assimilating what the other has to form. Not much of a bad habit though. It helps when there is a clutter, a cobweb, a crowded street, an over filled home or facility. All are capable of clearance, to guide and file through, to where we would want to in the first place. But once done, it sends within a lesson which is desired to be taught to the other. Some take it, some do not.

At times it is of consequence to pen down that which can perhaps make sense to one alone. Specifics shall dilute the essence of its first breathe. When I breathe, I need to breathe my own air. An air which seems to me to be of substance, of some form which conforms.

I can get taken up by influences that could convert. Better then to trust inside. More personal, committed, and free of pollution. Is it wrong then to commit myself to that which is of no control. Perhaps. But when it is of the personal, then how else do we allow it to wander away. Prayer then is perhaps the only abstract line, which, parabolic in nature, may or may not reach its desired path. The elliptical curve, may form the height of heightened passion. But beyond … does it show you where it falls and ends. I doubt much on this.

But it is evident that I need to pray, to seek a wall where beyond is not permissible. The deed done shall attract circumstances. They may not be the ones that I desire. What then ?

The wait is long and agonizing. But what other can there be, but this …

Good night in absentia …

Amitabh Bachchan