Holding on to things ....

There is something i have realised lately, my impatience. Not that i have been the face of patience ever, but this time it strikes me as something cryptic. Not everything around me seem different in a weird sort of way, but some things and some people that matter or lets say mattered seem unreal. My happiness or more like contentedness, i now believe, is getting more and more obscure from the realm of reality. Even though i feel more in sync with myself, there definitely is the presence of something surreal. And am holding on to it..........
(so many thoughts .. all at the same time ... am yet to finish this post ... i hope..someday i definitely will..... )

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How does it feel to grow ? I don't believe much thought has ever been given to that. Or better still, what precisely must one understand when one is told to "GROW UP" !!!!!!!!!! ?

Well, each may have a very different answer to this. While for some it might be as casual as being asked to overlook some detail, but for some soul searchers, it might even be a life changing phenomena! For me ?? Well, it is largely a relative term depending, if not entirely, on the person saying it. Not ignoring various awkward predicaments of unforeseen circumstances, the GROW UP would signify some sort of learning and moving on. In cases of verbal fallacy committed, if any, the same-GROW UP- would conveniently assume the form of blatant ignorance. The least plausible case would be if anyone really looked deep into conscience and pondered over the much talked about, hyped and well-paid for theories in scores of documents, not to forget the word-of-mouth propaganda(s).
In totality, of the chaos and terms relative to perception, how can the GROW UP be paraphrased in politically correct terms, let alone feel it !!!!!!!

dwelving deep into my soul, as the moon shines bright.. engulfing me into your arms, filling each breath with light.. madness beyond self as i wonder, the entire existence of universe , driving deep into the slumber forsaken with each verse....
every syllable i utter, filled with frenzied emotions, emotions i hold within a strong conscience.... the heartless dilemma my soul fights so hard .. an answer so inexplicable fathomless and crude.. the dark and the light , the truth and the untold... as life goes on and i breathe into it .... my love for you goes even beyond might.....

Somehow somewhere

... things just don't feel the same anymore. Why does it happen this way , more often than not ? Am not being disconforming regarding the unusual turn of events, but the instances long forgotten are cropping up again. Names that i had so much wished to avert have resurfaced. So much to send shivers down my spine. But then again i wonder what is it that daunts me. Questioning again, if it fear of the unknown , hatred or just avoidance of something clearly annoying !
Losing Peace !!!!!!!!