10 Mins of Thoughts for Today

Charles Baudelaire said that even in prose there should be poetry. I quite liked that.
Why are we always so preoccupied with only what is apparent? Why do we see only the twinkling stars and the rough waves??
The mystery of the Universe or the underwater does not appeal to everybody. If only we could all just see below the surface.
Sadness is a state of mind. Happiness is another state.No one can make you happy or sad. Only yourself. Life flows. It is good to keep on wanting but you have to know what you want. One of the principles of success is knowing what you want.
Often I 'm confused . The mind seems to be caught in a web of wantings. That is not good.
Is it because so much is still undone? So many wishes still unaccomplished?? So many dreams still to fulfill.This state of confusion is not good for the family. Others seem to be quite satisfied with how life is working out.
God has always answered my prayers.
Melancholia. Insanity. Cravings. Artistic. Red. Green journey. Now I don't know what that means .
I am not thinking. I am just writing. Fear. Excitement. Love. Jealousy. Marriage. Problems. Prayer. Feminine intelligence.
Love . It is important. Golden hues In the night sky.. The Aurora. Mystic hues. Appealing. Too many troubles. Mind unsteady. Unsatisfaction. Question. Fluffy eyes, and swollen lips.
Limp hair. Slowly wrinkling skin. Aging mother and father. Worries only worries. Can the mind ever be free.?
The green maidan.Empty grey space overhead.The circling wide horizon .
Far away the distant sounds of busy cars and blaring horns from more busy drivers. When will people stop to run?
Somewhere in the distant past there were many dreams.There was feverish activity , vivacity and the struggling rebellions to be free.
That was youth.Radiant skin,hungry eyes and swaying strides . Bright jholas hanging from the shoulders, thickly kholed eyes and above all the freshness and that elusive innocence. Every thing was about a statement. It was like being God's only creation