thoughts of a single mind

Between reality and fantasy we are stuck.

Running around with nowhere to reach, desires of a faint heart that will explode anytime now. It is so overwhelming to exist. Well we are not living, are we? To live we need love. Love, to say the least has become a thing of the past. What happened to days, when lovers would sit under the summer sky and paint imaginary pictures? To days when feeling loved was simple. We have forgotten to love. The city lights crave for a kind of love that no longer exists. We want so much that we can't really decide what is it that we want. There's a void between lovers in today's time. An unspoken heaviness.

It's almost as if we have forgotten what it means to know somebody. Seldom do we share truth. We are so scared of people's perception that we fear to feel. Feelings for that matter cannot be boxed yet we try. The world has become so advanced but ironically we're so backward. It is baseless if we still don't talk to each other rather than just admire the fact of thinking about being in conversation. Conversations if I may add are rather so loose. What happened to days when talking about art and love felt like the summer heat? In a parallel universe, I like to believe it still exists. We lack love.

Is it just me who notices the nothingness in things?

Neha Bharali 🌻

(remember me as the summer rain)