The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.
It burst open like a heart, broken into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.
It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could’nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.
It’s just a way of looking at things.
The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest; when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are safe within the confines of the Home.
No more do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you wait for the birds to chirp, no more you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours.
Heart, mind and soul are at rest; when everyone you care for is within the safety of the Home.
There are just two alternatives in life,either be happy or sulk, either admire or criticize, either laugh or cry.The choice is ours to make.
Those who always see negative in everything are the ones who let happiness slip away from their fists like sand.Slowly draining life from them, while those who focus on positives are the ones capturing happiness in their fists like air.Air, which stays even when the fist is open.
Life is neither a bed of roses nor a field of thorns.It is a combination of both.People searching for happiness outside of their own hearts are the ones who never find it or miss on it, for it is a state of mind, a desire ,a tenant of the soul.
They do not absorb the goodness in their surrounding, they sulk,complain, criticize,make others uncomfortable, get ignored and mistreated by others.People avoid their company, pretend to be indifferent to their needs and definitely do not want to waste their emotions and energy in pacifying or placating these tortured souls.
Unfortunately, they are like thunderbolts which attract attention, cause severe damage and are finally forgotten.
On the other hand, there are people who bring out from within themselves the most common yet the rarest of feelings;happiness, joy.Sprinkling the world with their laughter , love and positive energy.These people brighten other people’s lives. They absorb pain and pleasure around them and convert it into energy which is like evergreen music.
They are like monsoon rain, which washes all the dirt , cleans everything and leaves a lasting impression.For they embrace life as it is without any complains.
The choice is ours, who we want to be? How we want to spend the rest of our lives? What we want to achieve?
Lovers promise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars; eternal love; lifelong commitment. Love elevates a person to superhuman capacities, turning mediocrity into excellence in their hearts and minds. Expectations rise, heart swells with faith in another person more than one believes in themselves. The world shrinks into a very small bubble with just the two of them.
But…can one actually promise anything to anybody when they themselves do not know, what is waiting for them in future? Can one really promise to keep one happy when they themselves don’t know what makes them happy?
Still ,we defy nature and make promises, promises for the future. Future,which is as unpredictable as life, forgetting the need to believe in today, this very moment, present which is as true and predictable as death itself.
When we love someone, it is not promises for the future that count or are believable .It is “this moment” “right now” what matters and as time passes, promises have to be extended, kept and renewed every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month ,every year and years to come.
Yes! It is neither easy nor a bed of roses.As tiring as it might sound and feel, that is what a promise means.It is a job which needs one’ s attention, focus,every breath every moment for the rest of one’ s life. A herculean task? True! That is what love is all about, one true moment at a time.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled. How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes, the pain that reflects in the eyes, the joy which spills from the eyes, the desire which burns in the eyes and the maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect. Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.