Dark it was that night,
I sat in my room, with a tear in my left eye,
Pain filled my heart,
And sorrow filled my mind,
Yet, that tear found it hard to drop in a line.
I wondered, then, if it’s just water,
Thought, what if, it was my agony liquefied.
Came no answer from my mind,
And my heart too low to simplify.
Turned to my soul, I ask “Is this how I should feel like?”
It said “Yes, exactly, that’s right!”
Shocked at the answer, I dug in my mind,
Memory of something that caused me This time.
Came one memory to my mind,
Of me in a forest of light.
It was a place so bright, I could hardly open my eyes.
Lost I was, and reaching out my hand for help, I cried
“Oh Please, my love take me out of such delight.”
No one came to my rescue,
My Love was lost to time,
Alone I was and alone I stood,
Fighting my battle, and crying my Cry.
A cry! So sad and so dry.
Brought back from memory I wondered why,
Why this Tear? Why this crick?
Will it ever fall? I am getting so sick.
I closed my eyes and I saw him.
Beauty of his face and peace in his eyes.
The Tear fell through my eye,
It was acid, I know, it burned my cheek.
As I rise my hand to soothe my skin,
Said my heart “Wait! There’s more of it.”
What is Love?
Sometimes it takes a life to get the answer of the above question, sometimes it just takes a moment. A moment of divinity when a pair of eyes is looking at you, or I should rather say in you, in your soul through the window of your eyes. Isn’t it wonderful? Most people ask, how does it feel to be in love? While most of us forget to ask the right question, i.e., what is love?
A feeling? An emotion? A kiss? A hug? A person? Or a fact that you cannot live without some person or simply the choice you make of being happy, that it is only one soul on earth that makes you happy, that makes you You.
Is there even an answer to this question? Will we be ever satisfied with what we have? Is love not the kiss my dad gives me each morning? Is love not the two words my mother says to me every time I leave my home “take care”?
I know processing the idea of love is one of the stupidest thing to do, for, firstly, it is an experience of its own and different for everyone. No love is same. Secondly, is love even worth it? What about the torture every one of us goes through for love? Even when love is as strange to me as the shopkeeper(if any) outside the pyramids of Giza selling guides and stories, because I just don’t know if he exists, similarly, I don’t know if love exists or what is it’s nature? Love hurts. Being in love hurts, being out of love hurts. No matter love exists or not, it hurts. And we do nothing about it, but pray, every single night when we go to bed, that hopefully we will find our soul mate tomorrow and have a happily ever after. Is it all worth it?
Is it worth to skip dinners or lunches? Is it worth to lock yourself in home, not talk to people, and cry your eyes out to Taylor Swift’s Love Story or Coldplay’s The Scientist? Is it worth it at all if I dedicate to someone Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years knowing in my heart that that person may just keep me waiting as long as he lives? Is he worth it?
No one can answer the above questions better than us. We forget that, whatever love is, we can never find it, because love finds us. Wherever we hide, it will come to us. While we go out in search of love we ignore that we already are surrounded by it. In forms like a family, a dog, a reflection in the mirror, a stroke of his hand on your cheeks, a moment taken to admire nature, a moment taken to accept the love you already have. If I am to say that ‘I am in love’ then I would be absolutely wrong, I cannot be in love, because love is in me.
In this world of greatness and the bad
In this world of treasures and the threats
You , ohh baby ,, you are my single dream
Of the things we have been through
Of the things we have dreamt, we knew
This was to happen, in the today
Or in the future, US was meant to break
We were meant to break.
But there was more we were meant to be,
There was an island in the world so free,
My safe haven I thought it’d be,
But things got so twisted,
I seem to have lost the address of it,
Ohh baby can you take me to it ??
Cos you are my single dream,
In this world of positivity,
You are my one honest dream,
In this world of happiness,
You are my destiny and the rest,
There is our world still in our lives,
I can feel it living inside,
of you and me,
cos babyyyy,,, “WE” are my single dream.
When you like something or someplace or someone you already Like it. You have already made it closer to you. You have made it a part of you or become a part of it by attaching yourself to it.
Yet most of the time we are given someone or something in our life or caused to be at someplace we simply Hate, as we say it. We just dont like it. Think of it, Why ?
Because Nature wants You to Like them. Nature wants You to try new things. Nature wants You to experience something new, something different. When you have already liked something, its become your domain. So, by introducing new and sometimes weird things in life, Nature is giving you a chance to widen your domain. GOD is speaking to you. HE wants you to LIKE something. HE is giving you a chance to become a part of it, make it in your favour.
After all We are all One. Every bit on this earth. We are all part of The Soul Of Nature. We have to, ultimately, combine to become ONE, for we are meant to be.
So why waste Time and Energy in going against Nature ? Better go with the flow. Better Like things. For Life’s too short to Hate. And Dislike’s a heavy word.
Well the clouds in the front, they make me jealous, they like challenge me to fly. And the clouds in the back that are dense and big and white, they scare me, a lot. They are like old people who tell you “No that can’t be done” or “how dare you do something like that?” They are the ones who follow customs, having lost the actual meaning of custom with time. They like take up their places higher in the sky and just stay there while watching other clouds just flying underneath looking for themselves a space to settle. They must also laugh, at the little-fools-of-all-the-clouds who look like don’t belong to any community or even if they did they left or were thrown out. These little-fools-of-all-the-clouds just hang around all the time, without anything appropriate to actually do with all that infinity of a sky or potential.
Now, if we see how these things fly around. Well there are these packs. Like the clouds of summer, travelling somewhere, none leaves the others and they do what everyone else does or how they are told to. These are the clouds the big white clouds are proud of. These pack-clouds become the big white cloud in the future and will guide the future cloud society. They think why should clouds like little-fools-of-the-clouds even exist? So one day a pack of clouds, dressed in its youth and arrogance of their superiority thought of ruining the little ones to their in-existence. They thundered. They thundered so much together that the little ones got scared. They cannot fight against the strong powerful wind of the society. They didn’t know what to do. They started precipitating. No, they didn’t want to. It would kill them. Maybe that is exactly what the big white clouds dreamt of and taught to the packs. So these little-fools-of-all-the-clouds came together and attached themselves for some time, they bonded so great, with the help of their own precipitation, that they slowly came to the side while the pack kept on thundering from above submerged in the milk of the big whites. What the packs didn’t realise is that the little ones had gone to the sides. They were no more the victim of the thundering. They had used their brains to come together in the time of need and gone. They didn’t run away. See that’s the thing about brains, they tell you exactly what to do. And who could have thought God will give brains to Clouds? Of all these elements on earth, it is the clouds who will get the brains. The little ones knew that the packs had gone so blind; they wouldn’t notice that the little ones had left and out of the filthy richness of their anger they surely won’t. So the packs kept on thundering and went so far that they precipitated themselves. They precipitated so much that they almost killed themselves. Suddenly they stopped and looked around. The little ones were on the far side, now separating their bonds with respect. They didn’t know what they were doing anymore. The pack now realised how big of all the fools they really were. It’s not about how the cloud society should be, it’s about how the big white clouds want it to be. The big whites used the packs and the packs were now angry.
The pack truly understood what the meaning of being a Cloud is. Being a cloud means to live. To fly around where ever the cloud wants to fly, without being guided by the big-whites. And no the little-fools-of-all-the-clouds are not useless. They have an entity of their own and of all the clouds they were not at all fools. For they knew, exactly, what being a cloud meant. They lived with freedom, doing what they wanted to do, or dreamt of doing. They belonged to nowhere in particular but, everywhere. The complete sky was their abode. They were the ones who actually realised their potential. They came together in need. They supported and respected each other. After all they knew how long does a cloud live, or rather how short.