Gibberish

I often have thoughts going on in my mind...thoughts which i wish to pen down and put to words ...one day. But when i open up the blogger to say something i find myself at loss of words...or rather...at a loss of thoughts...

Thoughts can't be forced. They come and go of their own free will. Controlling one's thoughts is said to be saintly... when you obtain divinity, there is internal calm and peace and brain stops wandering. But what about dear me, who feels...but is at total loss of words when have to express. Am not able to summon thoughts ...leave alone the other aspect of having control over their flow.

Its not that i want to force myself to think about anything so that i can write something to add to my ever 'never'-increasing count of blog posts...its just that ...when i get thinking i am no more able to catch those thoughts ... i don't intend really to catch those thoughts like i used to do earlier...by putting them down to words. Now i enjoy those thoughts ..that moment ...and move on with that sweet memory... in fact move on to create more memories based on further experience of life. I feel 'content' and peaceful. Don't know but all emotions and wishes and dreams and desires are diminishing along with my desire to put to word my emotions on this blog. I can stay silent for hours without thinking any thing much constructive or doing anything productive. I sit idle... or going about the set routine of the day with no attempt to make it different. Its not that changes are not appreciated by me. I welcome all changes and am fine-tuned to adjust to all places and scenarios because of the transferable job of my dad and the regular shifting of home.

Home. Another thing i have personally realised is.... There is no place like home. This is universal truth but i have come to this conclusion myself only now. The distinction between 'home' and 'house' is getting clearer day by day and gives me creeps. Unfortunately i am currently living in a ' house' and my 'home' is miles and miles away.