Whenever the rhythm

Of my life is mystified,

I hear a mystical note

Driving me to accept

The beats of my soul

And I get synced again

You are not alone,

You are mine completely.

The words resonates in the air

And the heart gets well again

Curtain rose. People appeared on stage. There were paints and powders on their faces. All were happily singing and dancing all around. Oh the show didn’t end there too; the masked people were trying to make others happy too. What a fantastic world, hmmm.

I too believed in their show offs until I found some more faces in the stage whose eyes reflecting something deep, some sort of distress. Nothing was spoken by them. But those eyes were trying to convey something on this drama. “What can be done when people try to please each other at the cost of a third person’s comfort?”

Even sometimes my devilish mind imagines all these ‘pleasing games’ to be some dramas or show offs by those people. Can they continue with these manipulations throughout their life just to please some other selflessly? And more over to that while making someone happy they hurt some other souls knowingly or unknowingly. These actors are never bothered on the souls who are hurt by the mutually pleasing games.

Making others happy is indeed a great thing. But it should neither be at the cost of one’s own total comfort nor a third person’s.

On a day she was left all alone. No one was there to notice the crying lips behind her smile. Nothing was cooked up, neither the smile nor the crying lips. She wondered how that could be possible. Her mind asked herself, “Are there two souls within you?”.

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Why do I work hard to achieve more? Why can’t I be content with what I have?

Why my planner is always packed? Why can’t I simply sit and take rest?

Why do I need to think about the meaning of life? Why can’t I forget all such madness?

I know we all live and die.. but “Why did it bloom, if it’s going to wither?” or was it to leave just some legacy?

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born”– – Richard Dawkins

So immortality is not an answer to these questions. And death may not be the ultimate destination.

Maybe the answer lies in one’s own interpretations.

So either

Cherish every moments of life and Take a step back and laugh at yourself

or

Give up everything and be a monk..

 

Is it possible to have a grey stage between these two..?

A diamond necklace adorned me

Awesome, my mirror called me

Overwhelmed in proudness

Enjoyed the envious eyes around me

Until I found two blind eyes staring at me

Was it my own soul, masked under blindness?

Nations have made walls on boundaries for thousands of years. And the citizens are so obedient, no.. 😉 They are also building wall around their homes to protect them from the so called jealousy eyes of their neighbours…so brilliant…hmmm.

Even in the midst of this wall culture, it was a pleasant moment for me to watch a few people standing on either side of the wall and talking together, yesterday evening… I went back to my childhood days. At that time, there were around 6 to 10 homes in a compound.. definitely not the congested ones as in todays residential villas.  It may take around 4 to 6 minutes by walk to reach the other end if you start from one end of the compound. And many such compounds before you reach a main junction. None of those compounds were segregated by these stone walls, instead there had some small ways in between, a kind of natural walls decorated with hibiscus, henna and all..

Okay, coming back to my yesterday evening, I was so curious to know what they were talking, human instinct, no..;)… But couldn’t hear properly as I was at a few meters away from them. After sometime, I could feel that they were agreeing on something and deducing some plans. May be to visit a place together or to go for a marriage of someone in their colony.

Anyway it was nice to see that the walls were not built in their minds.

So 

Let us join our souls to fight against the wall culture and break the wall of social separation

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Which is the easiest path..? Are there any short cuts..?. 

She was asking herself.

If I am aware of the responsible path, why do I need to think about the other paths?

If there is some guilty or irresponsibility accompanying the other path, why should I follow it? Is it only because of the easiness or comfortableness in the other path?

Her introspection continued….

I wondered what’s going wrong with my steps.. Anything wrong with the treadmill?

It took 2 to 3 minutes for me to realize the actual missing thing.

My shoe was dying being separated from its sole.

At once, I stopped the machine. Otherwise my soul would have been liberated.

Lessons Learned: Ensure the working condition of your shoe before jumping into treadmill.

Her Soul cried aloud

I am not dead, don’t burry me

Alas! No one heard her voice

All were in a hurry to send her off