CON-FUSED

Almost all blogs have started off as online journals... atleast 8 out of 10, have. This too started off... as a journal, or a place where i could just jot what i have felt, to straighten things, to analyse them, or at times just because i wanted them to be there. After a period of journal writing there comes a point when you are excited about what you have written and want to share it with the world around... for that you let your friends know about 'UR' blog, leave comments on other people's posts, invite readers, request them to leave in a line or two for the posts or the blog... and try all the possible ways to achieve maximum publicity for your newfound excitement. Then there comes a time when you have got enough of people reading them and knowing about your private life, and that's just when you start to get possessive about things. This happens not only with relationships. It's like a cycle, like the cycle of life and death. You die only to be born again, till you attain nirvana.
Today i am not sure why but then i want the anonymity of this blog to be preserved, i want it to be there just for myself- to read, write or scribble anything that i feel. I just don't want to share it with anyone... maybe because of this fleeting feeling that i have, that there is atleast something which absolutely belongs to me. Off late, i have become finicky about things and the way they should be done... i am confused an wonder as to why this is happening??? Maybe i know why. But, i let it happen... knowing this cycle will complete itself someday... and i shall slowly learn to share things again....

HOW sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide! -
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow. -
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage. -
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.

- William Blake.

Musings...

Our Sun is a Star. Millions and trillions of such small and big stars form a galaxy. Millions of galaxies comprise a nebula and many nebulae’s come together to form a single UNIVERSE. There are many such UNIVERSES…( science has discovered only 7 till now) .

In all this….
Who am I??? Where do I stand???

this was what i ended up doing on a evening when i was getting bored...