Source

Just orbiting in a cycle and balanced by centripetal and centrifugal forces, I looked at a point and asked, "Are you my source? " The point remained silent. The infinite space replied with a sigh, "The point you see on my bosom was a wound, now it's a spot. I just felt a sharp object penetrating my heart and when another point started moving you came into being. Your are the locus of a point that moves so that its distance from the spot always remains the same. Neither I can kiss you nor can you kiss me! How can I tell you where is your source when I am myself source-less! Forget all, I love you orbiting round me and to love someone makes life beautiful." I shall ask the time, it's ancient. Time started laughing and its laughter brought tears in his eyes. Time said, "My roots are inside the infinity, my branches are spreading and spreading, I feel as if I am sucking something from someone but who is that one? I, too, do not know. I am also helpless like you." I said to myself let all go to hell, I shall myself become a source of beauty, I shall now concentrate on my orbiting, I think I can add a rhythm to it and I can make it an attractive dance. Hoping someone who loves my orbiting will love me more when I dance nicely.