Words

We speak so much but hear so little.

Words when strung together can pierce through your heart and mend what’s broken,

They can tear through your inhibitions and let you fly

They can poison your heart and leave you to die

Or embalm your spirit and make you float agile

Words are like little lumps of sand,

Each letter fixed correctly will give it meaning.

Piling these lumps organically may create a figure pleasing to the eye

While tossing one after the other in an abrupt fashion

may ruin the meaning entirely.

Meanings can have endless possibilities; it’s only you who has to decide.

As I got out of the house this morning, I saw this stunning black buffalo seated right outside my home. I thought to myself should I complain, with disgust, if this is what our city has come to? How irritating for all passing by, for them to have to carefully maneuver around the creature so as to avoid hitting it..  But then I also thought, what has my thinking come down to? The cow is probably reveling in the fact that it can be seated almost anywhere with a nonchalant attitude without ever having to think the oh so common line of thought ingrained in us since the beginning of time, “log kya kahenge” “what will people say”

There has got to be more to life, more to career, ambition and relationships. More to responsibilities, obligations and limitations. There has got to be more than meets the eye. We constantly berate ourselves for things not done right and keep putting ourselves down for not living up to our set expectations. Even if we pacify ourselves, we have no guarantee that the circumstances will be in our favour. Many of us resist change. Call it fear of the unknown. Change is difficult. Any shift or change that we make in our lives, however minute or life-altering they might be, causes something to stir. It could be as trivial as a shift in the place where you left your lunch box in the morning, or the cozy space you occupy each day, to something as significant as shifting cities or leaving a job. It’s funny too. When we start out in a new place we take our time settling in, getting in sync with the workings of the place. Gradually we do and make a mark which becomes distinctly ours. Again, that could be the way we take our food or roam the corridors or work and interact with the people around us. Over time, we become familiar and develop a fondness for the place. We start enjoying the brief intervals of gossip and bouts of frustration that spruce up here and there. We laugh at others making fun of ourselves (sometimes it’s the other way round too). We fall into a routine. We settle. We get cozy and comfortable. Until it’s time to leave again. Make a shift. Only to start all over again.

What do you think?

Do you see possibilities where there are none?

Or

You stay morose in ennui?

Life is yours & Bliss is within

Light, love, blessings