Thoughts between the lines

To know that somebody somewhere knew or even knows how it feels like.. is rather a fundamental part of being and belonging. The people we find in pages of books who have comprehended life better than us, found more suitable words for their experience and then have lent a shoulder with them through space-time continuum - are the kinds of people we look for; both in solace, for solace. They bring the ideas of being and belonging into much closer quarters to the heart.. I have belonged in such a way to poetry for a long time now. I found Shelley on one cloudy day in my adolescence, tucked in a rather dark corner of the bulky metal bookshelf in my old room and .. he - turned around my entire experience of words & emotions and living in between of them completely.

Over the years, a lot of poets have found me. I can't bring myself to think I found them, it doesn't make sense that with so little knowledge of the world I would find my way to them. But every time someone finds me, I find myself more, and they light up some more parts of my mind that I didn't know existed. These moments are beyond all adverbs I feel. Because such a whirlpool of knowing and seeing happens so quietly yet no leaf even flutters outside of your body. What a marvel!

The people who found me in books are the quiet and further stars. I navigate my being & meaning with them and sit with them in solace, for solace. In hope it shares the some meaning to you too, Here I present one of my stars :

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