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with a snap of a finger
That's how it is like for some.
Like a fairytale.
While for others...
It isn't.
And for some others,
Its non-existent,
Like a dream.
And all you can do is to wait for the dream to become alive.
Sometimes, it feels that way..
So surreal. And waking up becomes all the more harder as the remaining strands of a beautiful feeling dies away.
But you never really forget that feeling.
And really all you can do is to wait for that feeling to become alive again.
What feeling, you might ask.
The feeling you get when you finally comprehend the biggest force of nature, the mother of all poetry, music and art, the giver of life and the essence of God. And you know that you are part of that force, by giving and also receiving it.
In the past, I thought I understood it.
But in recent times, I know that I don't. I can't.
And I can only hope that one day I will.
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