Pollen Grains: scattered thoughts on a rainy day

Everything you do at any given time, you are creating an expectation in the one for whom you did that act. You also may be perhaps causing a crack in the expectation that was already created in one earlier act.

Everything you say creates a visual image of what is said, associating with it the feeling and taste in direct proportion to the intensity of the words used...thus adding a piece of experience in that person's life, one that will remain for the remaining part of life that might be a cause to empower or a reason for destruction.

It’s life’s paradox that you may have to be with someone for whom it doesn’t matter if you are with or not, and you cherish a yearning deep inside you to be with someone for whom your presence matters most...; one is governed by the rule of society, and the other is governed by the pulse of heart...; one is a dictated by the moral magna-carta, and the other by the emotional freedom.

It all begins and ends with tears... the expression of joy and sorrow...

From existence to non-existence, the distance from win to lose, yesterday to today, from sublime to worst ... are all the influence of a moment of time... And time is moment of movement.. time is motion.. motion from now to the now-after-now...

And I know, nothing makes sense until your senses discovers them; and for the senses to discover, experience of events and an intense journey through its valleys and hilltops is the catalyst..

And this too wont make sense, because you are a stranger to my events...