Why do we run into each other?
Why do things bring us back to square one, each time?
Then the long jump into each other's eyes.
Stupid smiles, stray gazes..
Utterances that stop at the tip of the tongue, as they cannot bring themselves in the form of language that anyone can comprehend. They are just to be understood the way everything intangible needs to be taken, like axioms.
Why do we say stuff which means the exact opposite of what we mean, or want to say?
Why do we drag conversations forcefully, trying to buy time so that we can think of more appropriate word that we can put our thoughts forward with?
And at the end of the day, stay undecided on what, why and when we should say what we wanted to say?
Then turn away to quell a bit of the anxiety that has built itself up into an unmanageably unbearable weight on our chest? Why say things that are so distant for why things were brought together by some intangible forces, invisible chords, and things of that nature?
Then we stand up, walk away. Hear our name being called, then slow down, remaining undecided on whether to slow down or not. But slow down we do. But then there are times when the barrier between you and what you want to say becomes so insurmountable that you decide to get up, leave everything behind and walk away as fast as your legs can take you. You walk for some time, feeling very strong. Knowing little that maybe, just maybe, things might have hit you at places you didn't expect.
I shout the word "Why?" inside my head so loud that were I to shout it out loud for real, it would blow a lot many eardrums. And just for a moment, I gather myself together, and ask myself "What the hell's happening?". It seems like a perpetual question. There's only one answer to that question that rings inside my mind... "Dude, No clue!"
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