Mist, Haze & Fog

Today, after a week of taxing work to close financial year, I managed to sleep 8 hours straight. I got a little chance to think about the misty Voinjama’s mornings. The mist, haze or fog, you can name it what ever you like, but it has so much of magic. Many times, I thought of getting out and just walk through the haze, but the warm bed calls every thing off. Voinjama misty mornings depict at times the haze on my mind, the mist that covers the reality and the fog which stops from seeing things coming. But yet it has its magic, the magic that takes me to the place of soothing pain. It’s hard to explain and give it words to the state I am referring to. Well, I don’t know about others, how they feel but at times I feel trap in the reality, frustrated, wanted to leave every thing and just go. But than fear the pain and suffering of saying good byes to the people, places and misty mornings I know. Whatever the case is, some time certain things do frustrates me but at time, its makes me confused that whether I am frustrated from those things, or frustrated that I cannot see through the mist, the haze or the fog. I let the Voinjama misty morning to take on my minds mist, haze and fog, and am ready for yet another day