Look what I got here! A thought stumbled upon me (due to sleeplessness), to check on the daily prompt for today, have never done it before. And the topic for today is as perennial and persistent as water. I was like,,,uhh!! and ummm!! what do I say about such ubiquitous an entity.
I need to drink more of it,
Shed less of it from my eyes,
Relish plenty of it on the sea shores,
Soak all of it during the lovely rains,
Jump often in it when I get the chance to,
Find my own course, as water always does.
P.S.: On that note, another new thing I am planning to do, teach for fun. Still formulating, have to be recruited first. Let’s see! Will keep posted.
You are the battle I have conspicuously lost but I revisit time and again, to trail my defeat. You are that dream I don’t want to be woken up from, and yet I regret every time, of having seen it. That candy bar in a retail shop I couldn’t get enough of at one time, but I walk past now because it aches my tooth. My favourite perfume bottle that I use ever so stingily from the fear that I would finish it up soon. That song I once stumbled upon the radio and loved hearing but couldn’t trace it later on. The tiny gossamer of fabric I don’t want to tear apart from the whole clothing. That large bite on my dish which I don’t just yet jump on, as I want to relish it at the end. You are no things simple. And yet you are all things easy. May be that’s what I miss, the easiness. You are something I don’t wish to recover from and someone who is doing me all wrong. You are a paradox I am living, day and night.
Give me a hug. Crush me inside? Make me vanish. Dissolve…amalgamate…collide..run away with me for this fraction of second. Take me to a place where I don’t have to understand things. Let me fall asleep when am around you, at the oddest hours. Catch me off guard. Gaze at me without a reason. Make any sort of speech or sound between us absolutely futile. Get me so engrossed in you that I lose sense of everything around. Smile. Touch. Brush. Nibble. Snuggle. Fondle. Tumble. These small things. These silly nothings. If only in glimpse, show me our Neverland.
What do writers do? Do they think a lot…do they travel a lot…do they feel passionately about something…have they suffered a lot..I don’t even call myself a writer..but I am curious to know. I wonder how I still haven’t found my footing. I am in the middle of things…I am trying this..and doing that…I haven’t yet pursued anything with utmost passion. I have a job and I do it seriously, but passionate? I just find things interesting. In that moment of interest I might seem really boosted up..and into it. And then my interest wanes. Does that make me a halka-fulka(that is hindi for light weight) person? Am I too frivolous to be taken seriously. Probably because I never take myself seriously? Motivational talks don’t work on me. They might hold me captivated for a week and then it’s all downhill from there. At this moment I feel I am being more words and lesser action. What if I stick onto something even after my interest has faded. Yeah..that won’t work right. I don’t know I talk here as if I am talking one on one to people. :P. I always write things like..keep it simple..take it light…may be I need to get serious about something. Really follow it up with discipline. I read someone’s status the other day: find that one thing you love and let it kill you. Humm. Food for thought?!
“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.” ― Rumi
Point noted Sir. Infact i would like to add: don’t hang around those who curb it.
I mean, why do we say things like: Life is boring..life is going no where..there is no meaning to life…bla bla and bla. Life is no third party right, that is taking decisions without asking you. You are the life. Ofcourse some things are not in our hands and surprise us on every nook and corner, but the rest of it..i think a hefty 70% of it is totally in our hands. I am feeling this unbridled energy today…that is yearning me to spread out my arms and close my eyes and think for a moment that i am standing at the edge of a cliff! Wow the breeze…that sensation when your hairs are kind of sweaty and air strokes your nape. You are like…this is good..let me sit here for a while. The silence around is making me think at a lightening speed..nature is with you..the birds the sky the river downstream..they are concording with your train of thoughts. They are saying stuff like..Yes..dear human..live it up..shed off those apprehensions..shed off the worldly trivialities..LIVE IT UP! Okay, i reply in return.