Through all these mini battles, at times
journeys,
Leading to destinations, ironically the
once whose finishing lines keep stretching n beyond,
Who knows they ever meet the horizons?
After all we are the ones who say sky is the
limit,
Only to ignore the fact, its always wise to calculate in numbers,
That's what we do even when we fuel our
vehicles,
Be it few steps or miles forever..
And when it comes to dreaming,
We are so irrational and ignorant..
We say we should be practical,
Than why not the same applies for our bodies n
souls?
And later complain of challenges and
irrational goals..
One Calm day,
I sit and ponder,
What is home??
Where is home??
Always working so hard,
With the dreams of building one of own
someday,
We forget home is where,
We were once,
And its gone and left,
The day not when we left it,
But the day we started
Knitting the pillars for the future ones,
And we say than,
Home is where the heart lies,
And so your present cries..
But isn’t that what we are suppose to work
and strive for?
In these hassles n tussles,
All I can at times do is,
Get confined to “my zone", "my space"
I don’t realize it exists,
Until it calls me,
This calling means,
Without guilt of lazing around,
Without the concerns of future,
Just being in the moment
For a while or probably fraction of
seconds,
Just pausing that race,
Which you are running along with millions of
others,
And several others of ourselves, our own
past,
Or even what we were yesterday..
What we wanted to be someday back in that
day..
The serendipity of it,
Feels pity at the lackadaisical me,
The restless me, the impatient me..
But what it loves is the zest with which
this guy works hard and hopes to one day have his place called own home.
This home would not just be of walls and roof,
and family of course,
But it would speak volumes of this impatient
journey, a tough one,
A tough one, a lot may times, a lost one,
A dark one, a scary one..
But this my space is what gets me going
this far..
But moving forward, after all those years
and having achieved all those milestones?
Would this 'my space' home, be still there??
Would the house be able to go replace my
space?
Don’t know!!
What's important is still be able to retain
my space in that big dream physical material home as well...
In this rush, mad race,
Calm down a bit, cheat with this “never say
die spirit” attitude
If you cant buy!
Steal some time out for yourself,
If you cant buy!
Steal some time out for yourself,
Oh c’mon even if thats hard to do,
If u cant affort to loose time,
Goddamn pause it!!
After all haven’t u heard?
Its not the years in your life that
matters?
But its the life in your years that
counts..
So this buying out time is too tough a
gesture for u,
Just pause it,
Don’t rewind, don’t fast forward
Just be in the still!!
You don’t know what's salvation?
You are already living in a world of delusion
and hallucination
Its all in the mind,
Just switch off the worries button,
Breathe , relax and hear your intuitions..
By far I can say,
Mine really scream at me,
That, its all fine
U got to chill,
Live in now,
For rest its there,
Its the intuitions which drive us to define
goals,
which try and meet the poles,
But what we don’t hear is that ,
At the same time,
They want you to take time out,
To live, laugh, love..tc..
Hear your soul,
Don’t get so busy hearing others,
Explaining others,
Who don’t even stay forever
In
shouting out loud,
Proving others,
Bloody every single of us here,
Wants to prove a point to somebody else,
but to themselves..
U are forgetting somebody very important..
Most important..
Your inner self..
Which is always there inside u,
Longing to speak to u,
Hear u out,
It wants to be heard as well..
Live with it,
Don’t trap it,
That your body becomes a cage of bones,
Here your soul, your conscious, take care
Listen, pause, take some time out..
Its ultimately the life within u,
That wants to come out and fly,
Its her which is baring u by so far,
The day u let her come out and express.
That's the day u will actually realize
freedom.
Salvation is freedom,
When there is freedom,
Lifes everyday a vacation,
Your existence is celebration..
When u understand this,
U will get back your home,
The home which always existed
But whose door is locked by us,
And using its key to open the houses of
others,
By seeing others,
Comparing them,
Competing with them,
Forgetting the home
They locked is different from yours,
The soul trapped inside is not yours,
Using your key to fix their doors, and they
are doing the same on yours,
Thus continuing the mad race,
Find your key,
Hear your soul,
U will be back @ home,
Realizing u never lost.......
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