Ah!The dear life!
I've had the most peculiar, like any other soul at the receiving end may believe, relationship with you life...dear life.And, have always wished to be remembered as a good student of it, if not good at it!Wishing not to be clubbed with Peter Pans, I've seen myself as a child with his bag full of books on his back, standing bewildered amidst a bustling crowd. Faces in the crowd change, the child remains there.
I'm aware, I'm not the first or , in all probability, the last human to be taken aback by the way life walks, talks and stalks!It has a style, impeccable.It has, ask me, that oomph factor which can send any heart to sand with no qualms.The way it walks has sent many a souls bulldozed, no whimper, no whisper!It has, the more wise say, a way...well-defined which,though, can be refined by the few, rather the the few!
Don't take me wrong, my dear...dear life.I've been in awe of you, perennially!And, have accepted your offerings, though not very many, with open heart.I was told, i confess,you've your own way.Like a dutiful guide, you've tried without failing to teach me that way whenever, it was often, i meandered down my own liking...to the path i liked!
The world beyond the window seeemed more enchanting than in the room you offered,that's it!The monotonicity kept my thoughts propelling out of the window...into the woods...in the sky...with the stars...onto the moon!Never knowing, you tethered me...to the pole!You never blocked the window, nor ever loosened the rope.Like many of your other things,don't know why, but the more wise say, you've a way!
How cleverly you allowed me to stray away for the lessons you've for everybody to learn; though the methods, now i know , are different.
I know, like any other disciple of yours, you love me.Just, this affair being stoically sadistic.I, probably, am born color blind to appreciate the richness of your prism.Either you are too fast or too slow, we end up looking at our back, and with that conjured-up, i hope untrue, images of each other.
The window beckons me, again.I wish, i could walk with you, your way!But, the early lessons, which i probably took wrong, have left me scared, bewildered, and lost...allow me! See you soon, in your class someday...i know you never let your disciple go!
I've had the most peculiar, like any other soul at the receiving end may believe, relationship with you life...dear life.And, have always wished to be remembered as a good student of it, if not good at it!Wishing not to be clubbed with Peter Pans, I've seen myself as a child with his bag full of books on his back, standing bewildered amidst a bustling crowd. Faces in the crowd change, the child remains there.
I'm aware, I'm not the first or , in all probability, the last human to be taken aback by the way life walks, talks and stalks!It has a style, impeccable.It has, ask me, that oomph factor which can send any heart to sand with no qualms.The way it walks has sent many a souls bulldozed, no whimper, no whisper!It has, the more wise say, a way...well-defined which,though, can be refined by the few, rather the the few!
Don't take me wrong, my dear...dear life.I've been in awe of you, perennially!And, have accepted your offerings, though not very many, with open heart.I was told, i confess,you've your own way.Like a dutiful guide, you've tried without failing to teach me that way whenever, it was often, i meandered down my own liking...to the path i liked!
The world beyond the window seeemed more enchanting than in the room you offered,that's it!The monotonicity kept my thoughts propelling out of the window...into the woods...in the sky...with the stars...onto the moon!Never knowing, you tethered me...to the pole!You never blocked the window, nor ever loosened the rope.Like many of your other things,don't know why, but the more wise say, you've a way!
How cleverly you allowed me to stray away for the lessons you've for everybody to learn; though the methods, now i know , are different.
I know, like any other disciple of yours, you love me.Just, this affair being stoically sadistic.I, probably, am born color blind to appreciate the richness of your prism.Either you are too fast or too slow, we end up looking at our back, and with that conjured-up, i hope untrue, images of each other.
The window beckons me, again.I wish, i could walk with you, your way!But, the early lessons, which i probably took wrong, have left me scared, bewildered, and lost...allow me! See you soon, in your class someday...i know you never let your disciple go!
Aah! that's like my sweet sir! :)
ReplyDeleteASHKE!!!...It revitalizes me when I am depressed!!..thantkuuuu!!!
ReplyDelete