Through LENS

Thinking of people in state of delirium, it seems that they will always be happy in place where they are not. Perhaps I too will be happier elsewhere. Suddenly I think of Samuel backett who wrote “For me there have been always two fools. One asking nothing better than to stay where he is and other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.” For this I became a fool and wanted to carry on with my thoughts about life, about solutions, about religion, about faraway places. But I drift back to woman who is waiting for me and for whom I doesn’t have right to say am good enough. In life, people blunder their relation to blacklist people. The greatest rose of the day before a sunset loses its charm on the next sun rise, and woes it as a thorny bush. Many blame their past love for having spoiled their mood of future. But I was never even privileged to do even the dark crosswise of love because I never had one, I must say. One may blame the fate and the