THINGS AT RANDOM

You don't plan things.

Plans never work.

You just think it.

Trust me.

It'll come back to you.

In time.

Create a thought

Let it free.

A bunch of them?

It doesn't fly.

It doesn't drown.

It doesn't float.

It doesn't drop.

Is it still?

The time.

It covers it.

With everything everwhere.

Links it to everyone.

All the events happening.

All the ups & downs.

All the forseen.

Disrupt.

All the unexpected...

Let things come in random.

Better way to be prepared.

Being in a neutrality.

A wise old wizard.

Passing the test of time.

Still busy tough.

Nuturing a child.

New-born let free.

For him to teach.

Prepare.

Send him when he feels its good.

RANDOM

It comes back.

Its random time.

CTRL ‘All’ DEL

Why is it that, in every phase of your life, there is atleast one person who takes the decision for you? Or atleast influences you to take a decesion or make an impact on your mindset based upon their values and principles?

Why do people take it for granted that they could just walk inside your head, invited or either wise, play with your thoughts like some LEGO blocks and then walk away?

Why is it that people start expecting things from you the way they prefer it?

CLUELESS??

Why do others want to control your life?

Man is a social animal. He needs people in and around him. To see. To hear. To touch. To feel. But from being a social animal, things and situations have evolved into a huge self-quenching organism called society.

The relationship that you share with you parents and siblings are true bonds. Blood bonds. It’s like complimentary reactions. You for them and them for you. You might have some responsibilties as a gratitude for what you owe them or would want to give them. But there is a thin line between responsibilities and expectations. And it doesn’t take much time or effort to change state. Even over here, you could be on a safe side. But the real trouble starts when they expect it the way they want.

Brackets.

Boundaries.

Barb wire.

You’re stuck in the limitations and conditions of the path for the goal. But whose goal is it? Yours? Think again. It could be. But everything is being hammered onto your head pre-decided. Where is the freedom of thoughts?

In this society, you lose your freedom the minute you are born. Everyone around you starts planning and thinking for you, on your behalf. What’s your name?

Accepted. Just the beginning. But slowly, when you grow up, your mind and brain starts to work in-sync with each other, basically when you have the ability to take decisions, even the smallest and the most lame ones, you aren’t allowed to do so. Rather, you aren’t SUPPOSED to do so. If you’re told to eat, you HAVE to eat. Absolutely no other option. Even if you are not hungry and don’t feel like eating. If you’re told to study, you HAVE to study. Even if you are not in the mood to do so. You know what you need to do and whe you need to do inside you. But, no one ever listens.

These are very basic, blunt, “on-your-face-because-I-have-the-right-to-do-so” controlling your life. But always, there are some people who are present in your life, who you think about whenever you take a step or a decision. Even though you are doing all the thinking and the execution, it is somehow inclined towards the other person’s expectation and reaction. Acceptance is the key over here.

You – accept the way they are

They – accept what you are

Your thoughts and actions originate from your mind, based on your experience, knowledge and/or your feelings, for your weel-being or not. You are smart enough to register it, process it and then practice is. The Super Almighty has given you the brain and the mind and the power of logical reasoning to figure out the things and their consequences. But still you tend to walk the trodden path.

Why do others want to control your life?

It’s your life.

It’s your decision.

It’s your thoughts.

It’s your mind.

It’s you.

You.

I

Individual.

I haven’t come here with someone and neither am I going to go back with someone.

It’s me, alone.

Think!

You have total freedom to do so, if you want to…!!!

CHOICE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION WHEN THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE

Once upon a time there was a butterfly. She had bright, colorful, big wings. Wings which enhanced and entwined all the colors of the rainbow. Wings which shone like the subtle glittering of still water under a full moon. Wings which were wide like arms ever open for a warm embrace. Embracing the wind. Embracing the light. Embracing the music. Embracing the happiness. Embracing life. She had long curly antennae which finished her whole look by giving a royal touch.
She used to be one of those butterflies, who could never be alone. She had everyone around her and was around everyone. Loved. Appreciated. Enjoyed. By one and all. She was carefree. To do what she wanted. To fly where she wanted. To hover at whichever flower she wanted.
She would carry sweetness from one beautiful flower to another. She would relay the joy from one lovely butterfly to another. There would be a sweet, resonant fragrance, like that of a pot-pourri; a soothing, soft view, like that of a dew drop on a cherry blossom, sliding down; around her presence. Flying, sipping, dancing, she was very much happy and content in her life.

But, as they say, when you have everything which is just perfect, there is something missing and something wrong.

She started flying to places alone. Her intentions were not corrupt. She wanted to see new color, find new flowers. She wanted to fly far away. Those who wanted to tell her that it’s not a good idea, she started hating their interference. Those who wanted to help her and accompany her, she started hating their pity. Heeding no one, she flew away. She flew away higher. She flew away further.
She flew through darkness. She flew through silence. She flew through still air. She lost the luster of her colors to a worn out, faded, odd mixture of hues. She lost the form of her wings to a drooping broken twig. She lost the grace of her flight to uneven sprouts of random upward and downward drafts. She lost the thing for which a butterfly is supposed to be known for, being beautiful.
She started flying around aimlessly. She forgot what she was looking out or searching for. She visited weird flowers. She flew amongst other things. She was conscious of her being lost and lonely, but she was not ready to accept it. She remembered every single moment with every single other butterfly she had spent time with, but pushed them away from her thoughts. Every now and then, she would fly by someone from the memory lane, but just fly past.

I know she’s flying blind. I know she’s flying solo. Without any sense or direction. Without any idea of heading where. Even I don’t know where she’s heading. But all I hope is that this once beautiful butterfly doesn’t turn into a moth and get succumbed by the fiery flames.

Fly back home…

Drops dropping silently.
Winds blowing harmlessly.
The dull, dark sky in the morning.
I take a walk back.
Through the scenes of memory.
The side glance.
At her serene wet face.
Drops from the cloud trickling up and down her sweet lips.
The pink lips curled up slightly.
Embracing the shower at ease.
The music of the wild sea beside.
The clothes clinging to the shivering body.
Holding hands to receive the comforting little warmth.
Walking aimlessly.
Stop.
She looks at me with the same face.
Closing her eyes, leans forward.
Fingers entwined.
The smell of the sea.
The smell of the rain.
The smell of the wind.
The smell of her.
Slight tremble.
Slight scared.
No regrets.
Just happiness.
Just passion.
The pair of lips too close.
Faint touch.
Lightning.
Thunder.
A small shot back to present.
Eyes swell up.
Drops dropping silently.

NOTHING...!!!

Shut the door
Remove the light
Let the flow flow you
Weightlessness
Numbness
Sweet
Color
Color it black
Color it silent
See everything in nothing
There is everything in it
The mind
The soul
The physical realities shunned off too long
The creation
The space
Mind space
The invisible existence
The playground of thoughts
Playing freely
Nothing binding them
Let loose
Let carefree
To explore
To expand
To learn
Learn to live
Learn to survive
The light
Of survival
Giving light
Giving warmth
Showing its raw wilderness in its true form
Ignite
With you
With me
Within you
Within me
The mind
The mind space
The divine mind space
The playground of divine thoughts
Divine thoughts let free and loose
See the wild side and then taming them
Control
Total control
Beyond things
Beyond shapes
Beyond senses
All within the circle
The black circle
Colorful black circle
Point blank
Spiral
The things that never existed
Straight at your face
The purest insides pristine
That is what created you
That is what created me
Creation
Out of nothing
Out of mind
Not magic
Creation of thoughts
The thoughts of creation
No happy
No sad
No lonely
No nothing
The feeling of nothingness
Feels nothing
Obsessed with nothing
Survival on nothing
Your own world of nothing
That’s the warmth
That’s the light
Sometimes you just have to get on with it
Go
Get lost