I was thinking about the topic , am gonna write today.. Nothing came to my mind other than REINCARNATION .Not because I am a Buddhist, I strongly believe the word and the huge meaning behind it. When I think about me and my certain behavior , I know most of the habits and attitudes are up bringing from my previous birth . I am strict , egoistic , sensitive , passionate character . Comparatively no one in my family has this kind of attitude and I think those are the memory banks I brought back from my past lives.
Some times when I lie down on bed , my memory flies to a far away land. A peaceful land , no noise other than the sound of the wind . Less crowd , Ding dong of a church , women with long jute dresses , horses , few kids , long lines of washed clothes , the smell of fresh air....I see me as a single woman , who reads every piece of paper , I try to read the facial expressions of people . People come to me , when they need to get a support to cultivate something new . They need to talk with me to ask , about their kid's future. They need to play a game of cards while playing cards . My kitchen , it always has a huge pot of soup on fire. My mom makes bread and every visitor comes to house gets a bowl of soup and few pieces of toasted bread. We have a back yard full of vegetables , spices , fruits and flowers. I work at the garden to experiment new things. I have two or three workers , who always keep their concentration to the garden . I can see a grape yard , with different kind of grapes. I go there every morning and every night to taste grapes. When I go to see my soul mate (Who is married to another lady and lives in another village ), I pick bunches of different varieties , with a salad of Apple , a bottle of wine and hand made clothes for him. I can picture him very well . He is tall , dark well built a middle age man . Every body respects to him , as he has the knowledge to make new equipments to ease day today life. He has very much conservative kind of thoughts , but he loves me. We go to a place in another village , once or twice a week and spend few hours and say good bye to each other . We both cant live with out each other.
He loves my hair , my body , my clothes . His love is one of a kind and it can give me goose bumps even now , after centuries of time . I have mixed kind of feelings towards him. I love him and I need to be with him , every possible time . But he is busy and he has no time to play games. He has a strict schedule . But listens to me and love to have talk with me . My mom knows nothing , besides she has enough things to do ,rather than worrying about my relationship.
Then again I see me as a poet , some where in a faraway village in England.I live my whole life all alone in a small house in a big land. I have my own vegetable garden . There's a huge grape cultivation in my back yard. A wooden table with two chairs , a book on the table with a bottle of wine , a glass and a vegetable salad is also on the table . A young woman is reading a book . She is wearing a gown , long hair gives her a beauty . She wears pearl earrings and the deep neck of the dress shows her boobs , which look young and small. She bakes pies , cakes and puddings . She has no one to looks after , other than herself. She sleeps on grass , sits on the branches of trees sings with her Madelene.She enjoys her life . She knows the real tempo of the life and lives in accordance.I can see her combing her hair in the nights , a blonde long hair .. She has a comfortable double bed , which two can easily share. Nicely worked sheets and spreads , comfy pillows are all over the bed. Room is like a small palace. It has candles every where , a huge flower pot on a bed side cupboard , she prefers to smell it before she goes to bed. Till she catches up sleep , she reads..
I can see an American woman too . She is married with 5 children . All are grown up .She looks young and energetic . Her man died, when she was young. But she has no other man , she seems see the life in a different angel. She wears all short skirts with matching boots and tops. All the kids adore her and they read , walk run together. They all work at different places but once in a while , get together and look after their mom. I can see a big duck on the table . Few salads , a loaf of bread , strawberries , corns, and a bowl of soup completes the dinner table. A huge chocolate -mud cake is another small table with few sources and folks. They all are shouting , laughing while drinking wine , hugging mom and kids .. What a wonderful sight !!!!
When I started to write , I m sure the person uses my pen is not me. Ideas are coming with in me and my pen is working like a roller coaster . The passionate woman with in me has a long history. She knows Cleopatra and Princess Diana both . She knows William Shakesphere and Julius Cesar both . She knows how to be with her man and how to make him happy , physically and mentally .But she is unhappy. Her mind is with some one else. His touch can give her the life time pleasure.. Hmmmmmm.......more experiences yet to come in future....
Some times when I lie down on bed , my memory flies to a far away land. A peaceful land , no noise other than the sound of the wind . Less crowd , Ding dong of a church , women with long jute dresses , horses , few kids , long lines of washed clothes , the smell of fresh air....I see me as a single woman , who reads every piece of paper , I try to read the facial expressions of people . People come to me , when they need to get a support to cultivate something new . They need to talk with me to ask , about their kid's future. They need to play a game of cards while playing cards . My kitchen , it always has a huge pot of soup on fire. My mom makes bread and every visitor comes to house gets a bowl of soup and few pieces of toasted bread. We have a back yard full of vegetables , spices , fruits and flowers. I work at the garden to experiment new things. I have two or three workers , who always keep their concentration to the garden . I can see a grape yard , with different kind of grapes. I go there every morning and every night to taste grapes. When I go to see my soul mate (Who is married to another lady and lives in another village ), I pick bunches of different varieties , with a salad of Apple , a bottle of wine and hand made clothes for him. I can picture him very well . He is tall , dark well built a middle age man . Every body respects to him , as he has the knowledge to make new equipments to ease day today life. He has very much conservative kind of thoughts , but he loves me. We go to a place in another village , once or twice a week and spend few hours and say good bye to each other . We both cant live with out each other.
He loves my hair , my body , my clothes . His love is one of a kind and it can give me goose bumps even now , after centuries of time . I have mixed kind of feelings towards him. I love him and I need to be with him , every possible time . But he is busy and he has no time to play games. He has a strict schedule . But listens to me and love to have talk with me . My mom knows nothing , besides she has enough things to do ,rather than worrying about my relationship.
Then again I see me as a poet , some where in a faraway village in England.I live my whole life all alone in a small house in a big land. I have my own vegetable garden . There's a huge grape cultivation in my back yard. A wooden table with two chairs , a book on the table with a bottle of wine , a glass and a vegetable salad is also on the table . A young woman is reading a book . She is wearing a gown , long hair gives her a beauty . She wears pearl earrings and the deep neck of the dress shows her boobs , which look young and small. She bakes pies , cakes and puddings . She has no one to looks after , other than herself. She sleeps on grass , sits on the branches of trees sings with her Madelene.She enjoys her life . She knows the real tempo of the life and lives in accordance.I can see her combing her hair in the nights , a blonde long hair .. She has a comfortable double bed , which two can easily share. Nicely worked sheets and spreads , comfy pillows are all over the bed. Room is like a small palace. It has candles every where , a huge flower pot on a bed side cupboard , she prefers to smell it before she goes to bed. Till she catches up sleep , she reads..
I can see an American woman too . She is married with 5 children . All are grown up .She looks young and energetic . Her man died, when she was young. But she has no other man , she seems see the life in a different angel. She wears all short skirts with matching boots and tops. All the kids adore her and they read , walk run together. They all work at different places but once in a while , get together and look after their mom. I can see a big duck on the table . Few salads , a loaf of bread , strawberries , corns, and a bowl of soup completes the dinner table. A huge chocolate -mud cake is another small table with few sources and folks. They all are shouting , laughing while drinking wine , hugging mom and kids .. What a wonderful sight !!!!
When I started to write , I m sure the person uses my pen is not me. Ideas are coming with in me and my pen is working like a roller coaster . The passionate woman with in me has a long history. She knows Cleopatra and Princess Diana both . She knows William Shakesphere and Julius Cesar both . She knows how to be with her man and how to make him happy , physically and mentally .But she is unhappy. Her mind is with some one else. His touch can give her the life time pleasure.. Hmmmmmm.......more experiences yet to come in future....
No comments:
Post a Comment