The second last blog 

“This is my last blog” I always feel like writing this, before starting to write my next blog. But I always end up with second last, is it my position in your life or what? Well, jokes apart I guess it will forever be the second last for me, I’m stuck in this loop, don’t know how long I can be there, but as long as I can be in it, I’ll stay. Too much audacity ain’t it? "Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far." said by Jean Cocteau, interesting right, near but not touching the boundary, in simple words if I may explain. So, what is the definition or limitation of “near” ? I guess in my words I can say that not hurting the person or intervening in their life, that’s my limit, that’s my near. All I know that your boundary is my art and it could whisper through your thick walls, audacity would be me breaking through your walls. However, at the end of the day, the stage yours, plot yours, story yours however you want to explain, I just know I got this passion and fourtunately the art too express it with audacity, without audacity, your call to assume however you want to perceive. 

My perception on this led by my emotion unfourtunately, it’s more than that. The idea drives me crazy to be with you and inspires me everyday to be a better person for you. Consider me as your Ted Mosby to perceive me however you may want, a guy who is dedicating his whole life to find you or just some looser who is dancing on roof top to please god to be with you. However, I know my passion doesn’t come between your self-reflection of who you are, because In my eyes you are a angle surfing on earth therefore I won’t have any role in increasing or decreasing your potential, I could just be in my “audacity” to sit and admire everything that you do. Whether you reciprocate the energy or not, it’s your call, I know my side of the story and I’m happy to relive that one day, everyday. You carry the charm of a sunflower, I don't know why but I believe you love sunflowers, at least I hope so, because no matter how many times I see it, it brings the same smile on my face like the first time. Uhhhh, what would I give to see you for the first time everyday, would be a blessing to these soulless eyes, because you will fill it with your charm and magic again and again. So, I guess there’s no boundary in saying that I envy those who could see and experience this charm everyday or those who just pass by you, without admiring it.

Now, I know there’s no constant communication here so, let me just ask you a question here, nevertheless I will answer it too. Why do you think I didn’t take my chance when I should have or could have? Now, I hope I was there with you to hear your opinion and to take all the blame, but for now I can do one of those two. So to begin with I take all the blame, of not exchanging my words when I should had, not exchanging my words when I could have in my second chance, not taking a chance where I felt like I should have, not taking the hint which I believe was a hint, I screwed up so many times in your eyes. But never crossed any line I believe that too. I know I’m your culprit, but I believe even a culprit deserves a chance to explain their action. I mean, I’m aware I have different alternatives, but few things are meant to be spoken in private. I could dig an ocean for you, and build a house near it, from where you could feel the depth of my love along with hearing the noise of ocean waves, but I know where I stand for now. On that note, I’m leaving you this beautiful piece of art, till the next meet, while biding seconds to be hear from you:

                                                             -SynchroBlogs