Ishq waala love

Playing in loop in my head. The waala thingie works for me, the never having to nail it on the head, the peripheral similies..the almost there but not yet reached is one of my favourite states of being…cause the ‘reached’ phase implies the beginning of the end of the journey..but almost reached means the journey is yet to begin, it lays out, fully naked and stretched in front of you, like a nude model…you haven’t started to pin him down on your canvas with your decisive and judgmental brushstrokes yet. Why do I dether from the finality of it all? Why do I always want to be in transit mode, a vagabond..out in search for the journeys, the unlabeled winding pathways leading to God knows what and who cares when? Yes, I may not be clear on what I want, but I do what I so don’t want out of life. I love beginnings and hate endings, happy or otherwise. Closure isn’t my sort of thing. I will let me take the winds to nowhere and somewhere…I will throw my compass and caution into the deep, blue sea and let the waves carry me adrift to newer shores, unexplored, un charted…and of course, unplanned.