Building Brick By Brick

It is difficult to build brick by brick. It takes years to complete and even more effort to make something of it. Today I Iearn the pain in letting them go. When all that effort goes unnoticed and pain it took forgotten, one is left wondering what was all that for. It will rattle you. If not you must be something close to god because I doubt humans are capable of anything otherwise. Because it was a life earned through it all and not of them. Every bit would count, but no one else would get it. If they did, they would be overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude. So it would be easier if they didn't.

This exercise need not be a conscious effort. If you keep at it long enough and hard enough you'd get there. The look back is the reward. It is also the catch. Time is like a banyan tree that has wound its roots around you in a magnificent inescapable clutch. To try to get out at that point becomes beyond one's imagination and heart wrenchingly painful.

No one would realise the depth of the wound they are cutting with their careless actions. Because it only carried value in the life one that earned them. For everyone else, they are what the world sees as material possession devoid of intrinsic value.

For so many years I did not get this at all. Or what I understood about it was completely wrong. To build something brick by brick was not about hard work. Right now as I learn what it means I am not sure if I ever want to either. It is a journey that starts small, takes a lot from you and towards the end rewards in pain because the last thing to do is to let go. If the one standing with you doesn't get it, all that is behind you becomes worthless, material possessions. That in its true sense is what it means to build brick by brick.

How painful it must be to arrive at that juncture and realize is an unbearable position to be. One that can truly and deeply make you loose your mind. But I have come to realize the wisdom coming from age. That saying comes to mind, "this too shall pass". So i pray, that I have the strength to hold steady when the time comes. I am currently standing deep in the forays of building brick by brick and I shall do so for the next decade with the hope that when the time comes I am able to let go and think to myself, "this too shall pass".

For now, I will attempt to stand behind and learn. Today I do not possess the fortitude or commitment that my age should. Only the ego that runs through my veins.

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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