Thursday, 11 June 2015

Didn’t I ask you once to take me far away?

Much has been happening in my little world.  At least for me it's a lot.  Changes and uncertainty. Hoping end of the world may be near. I ’ve been killing myself with work these days. I always feel a day of no work is simply not enough to mend from all the stress and pressure. I missed my usual blogging. I haven’t written any article to be posted. Every time I feel compelled to write something, I’m always too tired to put ideas into words.

These days I feel like to go somewhere far, far away I am feeling under the endure for  days now, and dreaming I am somewhere else. I want to lie down on a boat in fine weather and watch the clouds as they pass by, much like what Rousseau wrote in “Reveries of a Solitary Walker”:

"If there is a state where the soul can find a resting-place secure enough to establish itself and concentrate its entire being there, with no need to remember the past or reach into the future, where time is nothing to it, where the present runs on indefinitely but this duration goes unnoticed, with no sign of the passing of time, and no other feeling of deprivation or enjoyment, pleasure or pain, desire or fear than the simple feeling of existence, a feeling that fills our soul entirely, as long as this state lasts, we can call ourselves happy, not with a poor, incomplete and relative happiness such as we find in the pleasures of life, but with a sufficient, complete and perfect happiness which leaves no emptiness to be filled in the soul."

Somewhere, Far Away” is a name for a place where everything is nicer and shinier. I would be running down the streets in jammies. Where the lights all around me are like fairy lights. I would live somewhere east, where muted earth shades. Millions of bacteria I would hold in my hands after touching public utilities–but what the heck.

Islands, beaches and oceans.  The waves will know of me as i walk on the shore and think monochromatic blue scenes… I would have my own “mysterious” address and it is lovely:

123C Unknown St.
Somewhere, Far Away

That would be my address. Somewhere, Far Away slight smell of jasmine… of newly turned soil… of children running through lines.

Why I want to go somewhere far away? Do you remember? 

P.S. Re-posting from 2013 :)


  1. Not gonna say anything on this post....just listen to this

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  2. Wonderful.

    Longing for days,,
    Scarce days
    when sky descends
    to kiss dragonflies,
    dreams drift in this cobalt aura,
    blooms sway to sighs,
    a portrait to be carved
    forever in heart.

    For me going far away means to reflect on the subtle realities of life. Every time I take my next tech support call, I Feel the same!

    1. Thank You for stopping by :)
      we are wasting present days in quest of longing for scarce days. isn't it?

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  5. hey dear found you same workaholic ,but yes it is also said that being busy is a beat amusement go bless you ,will be visiting inshaallah

  6. hey dear found you same workaholic ,but yes it is also said that being busy is a beat amusement go bless you ,will be visiting inshaallah

  7. Prolific writing.......i feel the same
    How much does it matter
    Battles won or lost
    When you add up all of your failures
    How much does succes cost
    You and me fell like portland rain
    Orphans gone astray
    If you ever feel you dan't want me
    I'll be out there somewhere far away

  8. I specifically write it for you @shama
    Let me take you Somewhere far away
    where there is no sorrow and tear but just love and only love
    where the first ray of sun signals the dawn of hope
    and heavy darkness is washed away by bright moonlight
    sun may shine or it may be shadows but we will enjoy this long journey
    Let me take you somewhere far away
    where whenever we see far , we see free sky waving
    where colorful birds bring message of hope
    where flowerbud laughs in dreams and where every evening is a pleasure