Everything we do is an act today. We do things but we do not mean them. We say things for the sake of conversation. We eventually live life only to show everyone that we are so great. We talk about inventing robots but somewhere we are the robots. We are the ones who are already forgetting feelings and relying on a scripted life.
We exaggerate situations. All our pain is bottled up so no one can see. Fake smiles adorn our faces filled with makeup. We try to hide ourselves and we gradually forget our true selves.
We make a big show of being simple and donate lots of money to charity only to get our names on the news page. We boast and brag about our “simple” lives. We veil the truth and soon a lie is a truth and a truth is a rumour.
There are a number of major crises in the world right now. We pretend to be concerned but now is the time to stop the pretence and forget the scripted play. We have to act for the future is in our hands.
It is not too late. But it will be if we don’t admit it now. We can please the media later. Right now we have to please the world so it doesn’t die.
This is a poem about a boy who has huge dreams and wants to find out about everything. His ride to the city is the train that comes to his village once a month. He tries to catch up with it and quench curiosity.
I have questions That nobody can answer But I am stuck here In a loop In the circle of life That brings me back to where I begin
Every time the train arrives I hope to board But the jostling crowd Jostles me And I am pushed Not in But out And so I lie on the floor Watching a dream whiz by
Sometimes I am able to get up But the whistle blows And I am left to sprint after the chugging train The platform does end And so does my dream
I can’t sleep Without knowing Without seeing I am content But my soul is not
Every inch of me Has an urge to run To chase my questions Across the world To find the answer
And maybe when I find an answer And return I will have found another question And will have to double back And go through the struggle over again
And in the end I am still stuck In an endless cycle of life Of questions and answers Of thirst quenched and thirst begun again.
The wonderful thing about life is that we have the liberty of making choices. We can choose whether pink or blue looks better. Whether we should eat bread with butter or jam or both. Whether we should go out for a walk or go attend a talk. Consciously or unconsciously, we are constantly making choices. And though we don’t realize it, these small decisions affect our life.
I think that apart from sometimes experiencing pressure and sometimes just winging it, choices are the one that express our freedom. We have a gift called life, we choose for it to be a blessing or a curse. We can pick a path and pursue it. And we can also pick to change a path in the middle of it.
We are basically holding future in our hands and perhaps don’t know what to do about it. We own ourselves with a simple yes and no. We have control of everything. All we need is confidence. We need the confidence to say no. We agree to anything and everything at times, even if it goes against our belief. We need to see the choice that says no. We have to stand up for what we think is right and not give in to others.
We need to have the power to refuse. We have the choice. We have to have the wisdom to say yes to an opportunity but to reject a betrayal.
Everything is clear cut and laid out. We need to see through lies and the sugar coat that blankets most words. We have the choice, we just have to use it.
There are so many times when we suddenly wake up in the middle of the night. We feel ourselves falling down and we immediately get up to see that we are in our place and not falling down. There are also times in life when we suddenly wake up though already awake and see life in a new colour.
We have been living life and seeing it as the same weird big picture since day one but something triggers. We suddenly realise the thin line that runs between reality and imagination. Truth and lies. Life and death.
We suddenly realise that our days are numbered and that we have to seize the day. Maybe what we do will be forgotten and earth will be downtrodden. Maybe nothing else matters but having fun and making the most out of it while we are at it and learning.
Maybe the marks we try to leave behind will be blown away by the wind. Maybe they will be washed away by the ocean. Maybe they will fade to dust.
And still we will be sleeping, doing something we don’t like and only waking up to earn money. When will we realise that happiness is more important than money? That earth has an end and so do we?
That we have to wake to see the world before it sleeps itself?
This is a poem about how a dog realizes that he has been sold from its earlier loving owner. It is now among a new world of hate and harshness that he is not used to. Once he is bought again does it really strike him that a new life has begun and he has to catch up.
REALIZE
Love is all I have known But I could never say that For I don’t know hate So I don’t know what it is to be loved Properly and fully With a whole heart.
Deceit was introduced to me And so was trickery And cleverness And so was a torn heart And torn dreams.
I thought that the ride was enough The torture was enough But as usual I am wrong There is something else beyond this trip There is greater importance That I am failing to see.
But now I see As I am put up for sale Ruthlessly Carelessly like a discarded piece of a worn out toy that a baby is done playing with I am thrown away So is my life.
As I enter my new life And as I wonder Will it ever be the same Or is my old life Just history? Just a memory?
Will I ever see Something as good as that Or half as good as that Or is life always cruel to me?
This is a story about Jane , who can’t seem to find the right path in life. She is on a break from her strenuous life as a professor, when she meets Daniel who helps her find herself in the muddling mess of life.
RISE FROM ASHES
This was the last paper, Jane reminded herself as she sipped her fourth cup of coffee. She forced herself to read and grade the essay filled with errors and sentences making no sense.
She pushed through those few minutes and finally turned the page that was swimming with red ink. She sighed deeply and her eyes found the clock. It was 3 in the morning. She yawned and switched off the lights, going to sleep.
The next few hours saw her giving out those paper to her students. She had a meeting with the Principal in fifteen minutes. He told her that parents were complaining of unfair treatment to the students, her being very irritated, and sometimes dozing off during her classes. Jane should maybe take a week’s break from teaching.
Jane Arthur survived the talk and agreed sleepily. There was just too much going on. Her sister was struggling with pregnancy. Her father was sick. Her dog was missing. And yoga wasn’t helping.
She opened Google and searched for the closest fun break she could take. Google responded: Yosemite. This would be fun, she thought. She knew that nothing would change, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t. Her being stressed was not going to affect anything but her own self. So she turned up her speakers up and started packing.
Yosemite was beautiful, but every leaf falling down, every droplet of water trickling down, reminded her of her falling life. Of every dream, every hope falling, failing. And she remained like that till she met Daniel.
Jane was walking down the trail to the waterfall when she bumped into Daniel. And they soon got to taking. Daniel was a professional photographer. He specialized in taking photos of nature, which is why he had come there.
Jane told him about her life and worries. This invited a frown upon Daniel’s face, and a tear down Jane’s. As they walked down the path, Daniel began to see more and more of Jane’s true, actual self. She was kind, funny and easy going. Her current situation was what made all of her disappear. He clicked a photo of the waterfall that fell into the river.
Life was just like that. It fell down, but more of it falls down, all to collect as wisdom in the end. He tried to explain this to Jane.
Jane had to be like a bird. She had to learn to pick herself up though she had fallen down. And maybe the sky would fall down, but she had to be strong and keep flying.
And in those few hours, Jane learned more that she ever had in her whole life. All thanks to Daniel Thomas.
The next days went by like this. Jane would learn new things from every photo Daniel took of life, and Daniel would do anything to see her smile.
On the last day of Jane’s stay, she took Daniel to the same waterfall where they’d met, and both of them went under the water. The water fell down upon the both of them, soaking through their clothes, dampening their shoes.
So this was what it felt like to be free, she told him, as they dried themselves. This was what it felt to let all your worries wash away.
This was what it was like to get up after falling down, and take the next big step.
The one exciting thing in life is change. It is how an infant grows up. How the rain suddenly pours down. How people change by the second. How the clock is throughout its lifetime.
Some of us welcome change, some of us wish change away. But how many of us enjoy the gap between two changes, two ages, two eras, two seconds? How many of us appreciate the blooming flower before it is plucked? How many of us enjoy the last rays of sunshine before winter is welcomed? How many of us enjoy our homes, before they get renovated? How many of us enjoy our lives before they get renovated?
But the secret in thoroughly enjoying life is to go out of the way to find happiness. In an every day situation, we think is routine. In a jog in the park we think is boring. In work which we find monotonous. In a smile which we often replace with frowns.
How tough is it to be happy and to enjoy and to appreciate and to live at the same time?
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