reflections

real reflections turn into mannequin models
and wait waits on and on

a world of made will never breathe
as long the purchased soul we dawn
this loaned image is not a world of born.

Stories – Day 5 – Let’s draw an apple

This one is truly reflective and thoughtful. Go ahead, give it some time.

I agree with the part of having the courage to pursue your passion, that too when there are no yardsticks to tell, whether the content you write, is good enough to share or not. And most people don’t even get it. Post a stupid selfie on fb and you will get all the ego boost and approvals to make you feel happy about yourself but when you write stuff, people don’t get it.
And the art classes we have encourage drawing an apple even if you want to draw a swan.
The shallow regular people get more nods.
Being proud of your siblings achievements
Give a great high
Specially when you remember that it was cats and dogs relationship as kids.

 

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Hey younger self

I was asked: if I could go back in time what would I say to my younger self?

I sat thinking.

So many things ran across my mind. I saw my younger self getting hurt and breaking his bones (literally). I would put my hands on his shoulder and help him get up and tell him everything will be fine. I would tell him keep doing what you’re doing, you’re going to have lots of stories to tell when you grow up.

I’d explain to him why every decision that went against him and every “unlucky” moment in his life was actually a good thing. How every problem would become a story. How every person he loved and lost would contribute to who he would become.

I’d tell him to keep looking forward.

To not dwell on his past.

To keep doing what he likes to do and not listen to others.

To not wait and ask her out already.

To say yes to more opportunities.

To not give a shit about unnecessary expectations.

To stop wasting time and learn something instead.

But then I pause. I think of how knowing all this ahead of time instead of experiencing it himself would be of less use to him.

If he wasn’t lost, he wouldn’t know what he needed to find.

So now I know.

If I go back, I would tell him nothing.

Because every problem, every fear, every emotion deeply felt by him would lead him to me.

Wings of Freedom

I walk,

I walk on the street,

Under the stars,

Upon their glittering sheet…

Shining the way,

I’ve never known,

They were all together,

But why I was all alone…

Why should I alone feel all the light,

Under my feet when they shine bright,

My steps make the splashing sound,

Just enough loud to cover my wounds…

All of noises and all of sounds,

All the moments for which I look around,

They all come to me with so much speed,

Carrying all the memories and all my deeds,

I look up and reflect on them,

They’re gliding away in the sky,

Wish I could capture them,

And bid them a deserving goodbye…

I glance,

Down on the stars,

The shine is what set them apart…

The darkness around,

It just fades away,

Over the trees,

Where the birds lay…

Distracted they all start to fly,

Above my head in the moonlit sky,

Then why should I be feeling so trapped,

When the life is always full of crap…

All of noises and all  of sounds,

All the places that I look around,

They all glow with a new sense,

It makes me jump off the fence,

And follow the birds wherever they go,

They’re free to live their life,

I also want to go to the place they know,

And feel their freedom vibes…