coping up with diversities

in day and night, of light and darkness, in people black and white a truth prevails ‘ that which divides also unites’.

Night is eager to be day and day wants to retire in night. What we see is reflection and what we dont see is merely an absorption of the spectrum.

Red is common in blacks and whites, it is the colour of passion, of love also misconstrued as the colour of ‘danger’.

Everything is so mixed and ever changing. Thats why i fear making opinions, knowing that i will have to change them one day. But does this mean that i dont have opinions? Would being too flexible mean being weak? Is it so important to have opinions on something to feel strong?

But by experience I have known that weak have strong opinions 🙂 Insecurity forces us to be rigid. And by the way this is an opinion 🙂

… … … … … … … … at a snail’s pace

someone asked me ‘if i really feel the way i do?” and i dont know the answer to it. i have always tried to be true to myself… but can i be blamed for been carried away with the time.
Time usually has solutions thats what people say and i second that.

just a combination of alphabets…


I wonder what must be adding emotions to the words, to mean just the way we feel! Is it just a coincidence that the feelings are unmistakably understood and felt over the distance and time?

In that case are we really dependent on words?

Or should we play safe by using words, so that there no doubt, no room for misinterpretation 🙂