The voice chimes,
a melody divine
seeps the sphere,
of a conscience clear...

The Optimist within

In the dark confines, where dwells the pessimist that I am, a small ray of light finds its way too, scattered here and there. That is where remains a little bit of optimism. It is a game of power everywhere. Sometimes the pessimist overpowers and bashes the optimist. On some other occasions, the optimist is in its full glory giving very few inches to the pessimist to stay. 

 We all will go away one day to some place we do not even have an iota of inkling. We do not take with ourselves the world that we have created. We will be all alone in our journey. In fact, even while we are living our lives, we have undertaken our own single journey. 

To make this journey pleasant, we have created a world around. There are our families, friends, acquaintances, and others who form a part of this world. But while we remain around, we foster some relations, while some relations get soured due to reasons which appear important only for some time. If we look back in retrospect, these reasons lose some ground, I feel. But the grudges continue to remain intact and get even hardened in some cases. 

We know we have limited time, though a little uncertain about how much do we have, why don't we make it a pleasant experience with as many people as possible.

(Well, it is better said than done, however, there is no harm in taking small steps towards a more enjoyable and meaningful life) 

The pessimist that I am...

I wake up early today. Not at 5 a.m. or 6. I wake up a bit early than I usually do. I am upbeat about the day, I cook my lunch, pack my tiffin for office. Generally, I am a bit lazy in this regard. I am bubbling with some ideas. The day has a great start. Isn't it. The time to leave for office approaches. I get a knock on the door. It is my neighbour who stays right in front of me. We go to office together. Ten minutes are still left to leave, but I feel that it is a casual knock . I open the door and she announces that some Professor in our University is no more. The name doesn't ring a bell in the beginning. But after a while, the mails in my office inbox flash in front of my eyes. I have received mails from him but have never met  him.

There is also another event in the University today. Tiger Shroff and Shraddha Kapoor are going to come today to promote their upcoming film. I am wondering if it will still be on. A member of the University has left all of us. But the fact remains, nothing stops even if someone leaves.

While on my way to department, I keep on thinking. And what is it that goes on in my head? We are born into family. We get associated with our family members. We make friends. They also become an integral part of our lives. We comes across so many others and create bonds. And one day, someone or the other leaves your world. A vacuum appears. The pain is unbearable for some. For others, life comes to a standstill. Some brave ones come to terms and make grave efforts to move on. The fact again remains : one has to move on.

My head comes to the conclusion : Why to make associations, why to create bonds, why to get into chains of affection, love. why to be burdened at all ? 

But again, if we are born humans, we are cursed in every single moment of happiness, sorrow, anxiety ...And we remain cursed until the day when an angel comes to take us away to some other world to experiences of that other cursed life.

Clear blue skies,

lush green trees,

crystal clean lakes,

beautiful butterflies,

colourful flowers,

snow capped mountains,

twinkling stars,

where I can spend hours,

I am already in Heaven.

"Waste me!",
Water tells Us,
And it has the last laugh.

Golden Moon,
Silver Sun
Magic happened.

The door opens.

Plants are still
The hill never moves
But not today.

Night is dead
Sky is dark
But not today,

Pierces right
through its heart
The Moon,
spreads
its silvery sheet
all over.

A stream of music
flows from a distance
smashing the silence

A dancing soul
over the hill
breaks the monotony

The door still remains open.

My spirit takes me forward
in the dreary desert
But my steps resist.

The thorny bushes push upwards
against the yellow sand
the colour green somehow persists.

The wind begins to blow
bringing a haze
yet some clarity exists.

My steps, they resist,
The questions, they persist,
And I, I still do exist.

I am the weirdest person in the world.

Maybe I am one of them.

Maybe everyone is weird in their own way.

Maybe it's tough to live with the weirdness

Maybe the weirdness is the strength

Maybe I think too much

Maybe I do not want to think at all

Maybe...

Sky remains bright and clear,

The Sun's too hot to bear,

a little wind comes as respite,

but sometimes it conquers with all its might,

the arid land still sustains life,

though one of trouble and strife,

Yet the trees grow,

how? only they know,

And here she is,

she goes into abyss,

all dried up to the fore

persevere, she has to some more.