Friday, August 26, 2011
Perhaps it was because she never knew where she was coming from.
In all the stories that she read, and in all the ones she made up in her head, the ending always told her that following one’s heart is the only way to find one’s destiny.
Does following your heart always make you happy? That’s what it is supposed to do, though.
She always wondered if destiny lay behind the door marked “Happiness”.
Whatever it was, it seemed to her that her heart had exceptionally poor navigational skills. In a nutshell, she could never find that door. No matter where she went or who she went to, what seemed like the door from a distance always turned out to be yet another staring wall. Of course, the wall was just inside her head. It was always made of grey bricks, a little crumbling at the edges.
And the sky, the sky above the wall was always grey.
In a story, she would climb over the wall and perhaps find a dazzling green field on the other side. Here, she was always too lazy. After all, it is easier to imagine yourself with superpowers.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
the stories are really being handed to you but you probably don’t know it yet
maybe when all the noise is gone, the music shall make sense
all the dance shall stop one day
that is when you shall start walking on a rather crumbly stage that shall smell of mothballs from past musicals
silver dust doesn’t last very long, even for people who never believed in anything but war
war and music make for a very strange marriage
one day is the day when the universe shall finally stop
and everything will be silent
you will stop dancing then
walking the old roads will be a thing of the past because the stars will shine down with a pathetic light
then you will want a war, a dance and all the other things that ran away when the skies shut down
they ran and they ran until they came to you
or atleast they thought that they came to you
it was only a wooden box that looked like the lost sky
the whirling slowed
and slower still
and slower and slower
and maybe softer too
you looked for the rhymes but they weren’t there
crash and burn, it all crashed and burned
so how did it roll when the dying star winked out
winked out for good
some of the debris trickled down to where I was sleeping
laughing laughing all the while
are you still waiting for the anarchy to shut up?
then the plans will go up in smoke, just like the crumbly stage where you used to sing and dance for the mad masses
look the light is fading just when you thought that it would last forever
but you always knew that forever never lasts forever
forever is just for the time that you are laughing out loud
one little star takes a fall just after that
the tinkling sound that it makes reminds me of a bad bell that rung at noon time lunch
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Following one’s destiny is a hugely romanticised notion. It is not easy at all. They say that if you want something really badly, nothing can stop you. There can. Leaving everything behind in search of a so called higher truth, sounds good in all the road novels that one reads, and the films that one sees. Maybe there is no higher truth, no pot of gold, and no epiphany at the end of the journey.
Uprooting is always a painful process, even if the tree is sentient enough to comprehend that it is being taken to a place with more sunshine and water. At the end of the day, the roots are still sticking to familiar ground.
What am I looking for? I wish I knew. Sometimes I feel like I am in a huge shopping mall. I want to get something but I don’t know what. So I go into each shop and look. Life has to be more than one big shopping mall, right? It can’t just be an assortment of boxes where I open each one just to see if it has what I am looking for.
You tell yourself to do what your heart wants you to do. Your heart never wants anything because it can’t. It pumps blood to keep you alive. It’s your brain that does the wanting and the longing. There IS no tussle between the heart and the mind.
It’s just a civil war inside your head and one side wins, maybe.
Maybe, there is no destiny.