Am staring in seriousness, out of my window to churn up a thought or two. I pay unperturbed attention and wait for one to transform into a post here and deduce a theory out of it.

Infact one such thought is trying to hum its way in. I try making a musical out of it but lose it mid way to the hustles of the branches. A leaf flying past my window through them symbolizes my lost thought. Like a melodious note lost in the midst of chaos. Like a beautiful lyric lost to some absurdity. All I do is stare in stillness for an eternity, deeply mulling over the derailed train of thought, compartments of which are disconnected. I desperately try plugging in one thought into an other's slot as if trying to make a meaning of it. Alas ! I cannot tap my vein of thought. What use are these broken murky fragments ? They are a vain of thoughts.

Funny it seems. Thoughts desert me and thoughts desert me. Try understanding the subtlety. Pay attention to the variance and interpret the duality therein. Sometimes they have strangle hold on my mind, ever consuming and chaining me. Am entangled in the knots of my thoughts. Rest of the times depriving me of itself, for my thoughts turn naughts. Leaving me stranded.

Have you heard of this story where two patients share the same room in a hospital and how the guy sitting next to the window ( through which he sees nothing but staleness ) paints a colourful picture of the affairs from the world outside to his friend who lays next to him. Don't quite remember where I read it...in some forwarded mail I guess. I always hold it close to my heart. An inspiration behind naming my photo blog I should mention.

Well, there in lies the beauty of thoughts. Interpret, mould and express them in any way you like. Forever they stand yours sincerely.

Remember... " What counts is a thought.
Making you stand out from the lot.. "