When I was a child, I got scolding for sketching on the wall; it was the first suppression of my creativity. They never tried to understand what I wanted to convey through those indefinable objects. Today, I wonder how many will get the message I want to convey (if there is any) through this note, Anyway, I start off by asking;
Tell me if you know why some of the best books were written when the writer was in prison? A prison made from the bricks of his experiences of betrayal, defeat, loss, tragedies, and wisdom of what the world is made of.
As a young girl, when I heard people talking about freedom, the only picture that came to my mind was of a bird inside a cage.
But, as I grew older I learned that there are people who stay happy in the cage; for they believe that if they are freed then in no time the hunter will have his victory.
The brightest of the mind I know fears, not in sudden death or being visited by some deadly disease, but the blankness in imagination that creeps in them occasionally.
I know they become so numb, their thoughts gets frozen, nothing flashes to their mind and nothing does they think of except the knowingness that they are not thinking at all. When it comes to me, I think of colours.
Doing what you don’t love is a catalyst for boredom, and it often visits me, but I am sure that it visits everyone.
In my anger, I feel the pebbles on the road have more sensitivity than me, but they are not; for when it rains they cannot sit and write poem lauding the smell of the green pine.
I keep wondering why we forget to enjoy and appreciate the very little things in life, why do we forget that we are creating memories, why do we forget that whatever we are doing is something extraordinary for the same mono- second will never ever come back again, why do we lament so much that we are ordinary, when we are not?
I have my own insecurities, but it fades away as soon as I remind myself that what I have they do not possess.
Life’s revolves around so many turns, and who are we to settle for a theme we detest.
Love encourages finding beauty in simple things and solutions in complexities.
Life was not fair, and will also be so; love being supreme makes life tolerable.
Having peace from the prayer of the women, the children, the greens; this life within me does not want to give up on what I believe is true.
I too know that the union of man and his universe is infinite……
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