why so serious?
There have been great poets at mind, at heart but not at paper. Words they wished to say, never came down their throat. It evolved in their mind, died in there too. I thought what I feel will make a profound impact in my world. How big were my feelings. It all came all at once, conquering my heart. But among 2 trillion galaxies, each with trillions of stars, i m here in one galaxy perhaps that too with no exact plan and just a mere coincidence. So how am I supposed to believe that my feelings were ever too big, ever too profound when i realize i am too small in this vast universe. Since then i lost in touch with my feelings, with my heart. I am no longer serious when I am hurt or when I am happy. Why did we take ourselves so seriously ? It makes no sense, atleast not to me anymore.