As tempted as I may be to fill in something new onto this blog, I shall hold myself from letting that be a verse. I've realised the vagueness is becoming beyond comfortable.., almost fashionable now. Extremely dangerous that. So this post is a matter of words.

I was just going through my blog earlier and in the pleasure of nostalgia, went through some delightful parts of my inbox too. Its wonderful how many smiles memories can bring onto your face. No matter how difficult the memory maybe.. Its just a matter of objectivity, and the whole world looks only beautiful. There is a lot that has been happening around me, and gives me enough reason for grief. For some reason all of it much graver and real than most of the issues that had kept me worried in the past. But what is more real is that these worry me a lot less now than earlier. And that inner strength brings in a lot of peace. Ofcourse words only double it. Somehow it seems correct, architectures peace in words - and ours in lines. Another dimension I'm certain is connected but am yet to explore - music. There seems to be an innately something that makes me filter through order. And I know I largely read through hierarchies. (I've stopped questioning instincts cause they are becoming the new belief system. Its the reconciliation after a complete wash-out. And I like the bareness of it.) So if music can soothe me just as much as the verse, there has got to be a certain articulation to it. And the objectifying of the forum as well as the past, allows for an existence in the present. As i abstract my 'forum', i am experimenting with distancing from my past. And dangerous as that may seem, the tread seems act enough.