Sleep. Think.

Often there are setbacks for all. There are miseries. When vagaries of people whom we loved make us feel go wary; we go blind, numb and deaf opening all our senses. We feel we are at a point of no return. We feel the pull of our eyelids strong enough that it would no longer open again. We go down, drowse to a whirlpool of sorrow. We lie deep down in the seabed waiting to be the prey of a starving shark. How would you rise back?

Lay back and sleep. Sleep, sleep and sleep. Think and sleep. Sleep and think of the moment you'd love to see yourselves in the near or distant future. Sharpen your senses. Focus. Sleeping the motionless seasons, one day you would start to hate sleeping; the day you'd awake preparing for the next run. Until then, Sleep. Think. Get ready to run.
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I love you. Should I or Shouldn’t I?

Wait a minute, Let me make it clear – I love you.

Blink your eyes. Smile.

I don’t want to know anything more about you – I love you.

When I looked at you,

I didn’t look into whatever what went before,

I didn’t ask the road you reached here,

I didn’t dig deep into your heart that was something else until we met,

I only looked into your eyes to see me in you.

But I did see you breathing in the moment’s biggest qualm;

My perception picked what your eyes quipped – “Should I or Shouldn’t I?”

Unlinked we stood blind.

Sighs became the roar of a wave which bruised the silence.

Yet you walked away.

I felt the pierce of over a thousand tiny pins in my throat,

It grew dry.

But my heart was thinking of the moment when your eyes stuck in the dilemma of Shouldn’t I Love?

At rest, still my dim-witted heart was blabbering – I love you.