Saturday, November 04, 2006

Many people think that I am the man of word. How funny! A word man! They think that I am the new era Wordsworth romancing with the nature and the human nature. Do the words worth a man like me? I can tell you that secret. I know the language of nature. I use to listen to the birds and animals singing for the music of the flattering of leaves tickled by the crazy wind, the water falls flirting with the rocks, the rain drops competing with each other to kiss the soil. I discovered this as the most soothing sound for my nostalgia towards nature. I always enjoy that sereneness which saves my soul from its solitude. I wish I could go back to my childhood, running behind birds and butterflies. I admire the actual admirer of nature, Wordsworth who added appropriate colours to the unspoken moods of a Solitary Reaper and the Daffodils. He knew the value of being alone in a crowd. Have you ever found you alone in a crowd? Of course, I did. Such an experience is vital for you to understand your values or in other sense to enjoy the reality that you are nothing. It will help you to see your ‘self’, judge your ‘self’, to clean your ‘self’…