Something better

Photo by Turtle Photography

I wonder about life in blues skies,

I wonder about life in the depths of the seas,

I wonder if they would trade places,

Thinking the other is better.

The sun glaces over the coral reefs,

Like wind skimming over blades of grass,

School of fish swim the wilderness,

Like stallions sprinting across prairie grasslands.

Yet I wonder,

Do they look for something new,

Something that is fresh,

Something with the promise of being better.

But then, I see their collective dependence,

They are serene because of it,

Their ways of living off one another,

Each helping the other live better.

So, I lie beneath blue skies and wonder,

Should I be looking for something new,

I lie ashore blue seas and white sandy beaches and ponder,

Maybe better, is right here!

I could never be sure,

Then again, I don't think they were either,

We had this thing in common,

We were all searching for something better.

Listening to the heart

The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

Romance of rain

There is a chill in the winds right before a storm, They are like a proclamation song, They say, brace yourself, We are here. As drops of water create cirles in puddles, Dogs and cats scurry to find shelter, Strong winds signalling the onslaught, With skies breaking over our heads. Leaves twisting and turning, Bowing down to the sovereignty of winds, The weak giving way to the young, The cruel nature of creation. For one to be born, one must die, And in his place the young shall rise, The old giving way to the new, And the cycle of life repeats. In the aftermath of a pouring rain, The leaves don't look up at the sky, They all look at the ground beneath, And they do so in unison. They look at the roots of their origin, The source of their birth, And sway together while they say, Thank you for enduring. When all ends they all come out to play, To celebrate the onset of monsoon, Because beyond the relms of language, All creatures understand the romance of rain.

Rise

I hear life is full of change, And maybe some of them are true, But if time is kind, may be, we be able to start where we'd part ways. I may fall at the chances I take, Destiny may even twist my fate, I may hit rock bottom time and again, But the war against life shall be mine to claim. Thou shall not dictate my rules of engagement, Nor shall thou determine the meaning of my existence, They lie solely at my discretion, Every life to his or her own. I maybe a dot in this universe, Living to make a difference, It might not be significant today, But I wait for the dee day to rise.

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