Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
It’s a sad sad life when all our happiness and sorrow is derived from others expectations of us. Or so we think. But we still live trapped inside an infinite space of monotony sucking us further away from our true capabilities. We convince ourselves to be happy with what we have and if we don’t succeed, we better try and make others think we are happy. And then comes the epiphany. Let it be an excuse, let it be a way to console ourselves. Let this be impulsive even if this is the only one that fights its way out of our psyche.
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
An endless number of thoughts cross our mind each day, wanting to be explored, begging to be experienced but seldom do we give in. We want the same things to happen everyday, we want the same happiness that others have, we want the same satisfaction that others seem to have been guaranteed. We don’t want the same tragedy to happen to us, we don’t want the same sadness to envelope us. We want to live someone’s life. Heck, we cannot even commit our own mistakes. We disagree to make our own mistakes and learn from the ones committed by others. For once let us be Cristina and not Vicky.
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
inciting and inviting me
There is no definite path to go against the mold. That is in fact the best thing about it. It lets you define your own happiness, your own sorrows. When we were kids, we took things slowly. Random things happened but they did gradually. Some started speaking early, some started walking early, some were prodigies. But there was never a big leap across the fence where our ambitions and wants increased exponentially. Then why is it that we are expected to do great things as soon as we step into the real world. Why is it that the course from thereon has to follow the beaten path. Why can’t you take things slowly then too. When we were small, we didn’t think twice about breaking a toy. Why is it that now we have an excruciating fear of shaking things up?
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Ayn Rand and Sri Sri Ravi Shankar don’t teach life lessons as much as Randall Munroe does. A lesson for the ages.