Soul

Watching the chaos at peace,

Listening to Noises in silence...

I sat beneath my soul,

Witnessing life from yonder!

Chaos killed my reality,

Noises deafened my voice...

Life died but soul prevailed,

I witnessed dream from yonder!

Circle

She had to reach the destination on time. The excitement of meeting similar people thrilled her. She didn't want to reach first but wanted to just reach the destination with grace. With a focused mind she started strolling. She couldn't see anyone in front of her but there was someone following her silently. She didn't dare to look at the stranger as she could sense the presence of a known angel and a very well known devil. She ran. She was expecting to see her destination instead she saw the stranger in front of her. She saw herself - worn and torn. She stopped running. She didn't want to meet similar people after she found herself. And then the magic happened – she lived and died. Peacefully.

Questions to Self!

What job should one do? If we are doing a work dictated by the terms laid by the society then probably we are just wasting time by making money. "What job I do shows how capable I am, makes me feel good", said Mr. Wise. "Who says your are incapable otherwise?", questioned Ms. Ignorant. What defines a standard of living? If we shape our lives based on how others live then probably we are just wasting life by trying to be happy. "My family should live a life which can offer the maximum luxury and joy. I am not bothered about what the world does!", said Mr. Wise. "Who defines what luxury is? What connects luxury with joy? I am not asking if the icing is required, I am just curious to know if the cake is needed." questioned Ms.Ignorant.  

Well, everything is interdependent they say. How true, what is freedom then? So many questions to be answered and so many perspectives to be seen. We cramp our thoughts by yearning to be accepted and recognized by others. Those cramped thoughts gets crippled because of fear - fear of our intelligence being tested, fear of showing our ignorance, fear of being hated, fear of being loved, fear of being afraid. With those cramped and crippled thoughts we walk. We walk without realizing that we have become a movie which majority of people would love to see. Isn't that a good thing? Well, depends on who we are trying to please. Isn't it a cowardly act to find happiness only by pleasing others? They say it's a selfless act, seldom do I understand. 

The house was empty but the thoughts were not. A struggle to disconnect oneself from all the experiences and emotions caused by others. A struggle to cling on to that single thought that is pristine. One will find clinging on to nothingness. Nothingness that explains everything and can make a self experience freedom. Nothingness that will prove that seldom does a person has to please anyone, even the self. Nothingness that will end the fight of acceptance and recognition. For, a self will understand that no other person can actually accept or recognize anybody else, even oneself. One will witness the simplest truth that an embellished body destroys the beauty of a naked body.

Colour Me!

The flower bloomed. “Ha! What a sight”, thought the butterfly. She kept looking at the bloomed flower and felt something was missing. Was it the shape or the size? Was it the smell or the colour? She kept ogling at the imperfect beauty with grace. “Ah! It’s the colour. It should have been Pink and Yellow, wonder why it’s Blue”. “Let me take some shades from my wings and paint the flower right” thought the butterfly. With butterflies in her stomach, she took a slender and smooth grass. She dipped it in her shades of Pink and Yellow and started painting the bloom. “Oh no! Why are you stooping? You are about to look the best with my colours on you!”. The bloom said, “Now, I am dying because I am not you. I am stooping low because I am not Blue”. She disappeared before she could listen to the bloom. The bloom died with the new colours and the Butterfly died without her old colours. 

I am not you

I am accepted
For what I am not
My heart bleeds
But heals fast
For I am what I am!

- Words of Venus