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‘Run’ life

4 Aug

And you thought you were running the life – you such a fool, it runs you makes you jog then hop then walk and run uphill. There is absolute fair reward system in all this excruciating routine it paves for you. It makes you witness some of the most experiential moments, how gently it puts you in front of a pit and teaches you to avoid it while you are still huffing and puffing with your jog. How skillfully it introduces you to some fabulous joyous moments which you want to keep visiting back while you continue rest of your jog forward. How wonderfully it does not let you look back and if you are persistent still- it puts a hump in your path which you unless jump; shall fall. As you fall, it strikes the ground so hard against your face that you collect all your bruises together to gain the strength of standing up. Then at that moment you start jogging again, this time more gently, cautiously, willfully with little more awareness in blink of your eyes- lessons of humps met with and learnt from so far playing as some soulful songs in your earphone. As you cover the next few milestones, it exposes you to changing paths, fellow joggers, passerby who are running faster than you- some you want to overlook and some you pick to get inspired from. It presents you with this great mix of lot- some bright some dull colors. You look high up at the sky and now it does not seem as high as it was when you started your jog. As you continue the remaining laps- LIFE smiles back at you as it knows you still think you are jogging because you want to but it knows you are jogging because it is making you to.

Freely Flowing Ceaseless Feelings

1 Sep

Feelings should be let out at the very moment of their origination, to the very one for who they belong to, in the extreme intense way they cultivated and gave fruits. Fresh and ripe feelings. They need to be free, like no one, like no example to be compared because they are the limits knowing no limits of freedom. They get rotten, start spreading web of mites inside the heart, plucking away the sensitive delicate tissues, sucking away the fresh blood, thickening the walls of nerves and fading the hot touch of their existence. Irony, they generate inside you however if not channelized to the intended recipient, they rot you. You then smell bad, real trash. It’s like bunch of those flowers which looked so beautiful, pink, orange, white, olive, lavender color flowers- gazing and smiling outside the window and the rising sun – flowers set in a clean glass flower vase. Water of the vase was not changed for a few days and now the same flowers are rotten, they ate their fragrance- giving birth to never acceptable smell. Flowers are same, colors are same but fragrance is smell now and you no more want to keep them in the vase. Remember – it wasn’t the flower but the stagnant water that caused the smell, trash you want to get away from. Runaway, far far off to the garden for new flowers. Get the facts right here- Repeat : It’s not the flowers, it’s the water. It’s not me or you, it’s the feelings. Let the feelings be out, they are delicate to be ceased. They lose their shape, glint and fragrance. They shed the shine and become pale, dark and burnt. While they rot, they damage me and you like we never ever knew. They make us ill, jaded, generating venom in our veins. They make the connect blue, lost, wasted away. It has to be natural, free, flowing, continuous, regular, timeless, endured always. It takes efforts, to keep the flow disciplined. Effort of thyself being the environment for flow of thoughts, always, without a skip of heart beat. One lose end and the rotten holders will egress, with their green eyes. Darkness will then be around, bright sun will look pale like moon, rains will no more be enjoyable, life’s date with death will be decided. It will come to 360•
Feelings and thoughts need endless flow, from sender to the recipient. Beginning to End. Continuous whirl it is. You interrupt it, your strings will get twirled and broken. Ceaseless – that frames it.