Every road we choose is a new lesson, new experience. What I found in this road I took is an answer to almost every other uncertainty of life.
The choice lay there, Right in front of her, Between two paths. The best of which, She hesitated to choose. Neither could she decide, Nor had the ability to infer. What the universe conspired, When she seemed tired.
She took her time. Analysing each road. And every other curve, On how it would mould, And gift her a dime.
There came a point. She knew it clear. Which path to choose. And which to avoid. Yet she stood there, Waiting for destiny to pull her. Towards that one road She was hesitant to choose.
The Road Taken
Ever wondered how many words you would have written down till date with this instrument called pen? Although with the invent of digital means, the usage has reduced significantly, this was the same pen we use to try and hone our doodling skills with. All of us do this even now; just the frequency has somewhat reduced. Here’s one of my most recent doodles.
The favourite page out of all would have been the last one where scribbling seemed to be a right and the page never looked good if it was empty without any ink marks. It was in those last sheets of the notebooks that perhaps, artists were born.
Even today, it feels good to see people buying notebooks. It makes me realise that however digitally developed we all are and however environment conscious we are, a paper has become such an integrated part of our lives that it is almost impossible to stop using them. The value of paper, whether it is a certificate you receive or a medical prescription, everywhere is essentially high.
** And a book and a pen are still, the best match ever.**
A Good Match
HAPPY READING ❤
Do your demons hide in here, Right inside your shadows; Throughout the day only to be Visible in the moonlight of the night; While the stars glow the brightest And the galaxies are crystal clear; While the sky welcomes you To its own Paradise up there Where a magical world awaits To give you a taste of all the love, All the compassion you always gave. And never for once, received back.
The gifts, perhaps will be given, To your shadows while you sleep, Only to reach you in the morning Gifts of care and concern, of empathy That provide an everlasting promise Of staying by you, through the roughest day, To give you strength to be the toughest.
It is then, that your demons Will show their true faces Hiding in your shadows, How they held the laces Of your young heart And that innocent soul; Protecting throughout like a saviour, Fighting throughout like a warrior.
The demons were in actual, Angels probably; while your shadows Were since forever their home; The heaven.
HAPPY READING! ❤
Our lives have been cages filled with burdens and obligations. Each day, we wake up, work till the ergophile in us dies, come back home and get ready for yet another such day. So monotonous is this life, so busy we get with this same lifestyle. I wonder what at all is there in this robotic life that people choose to follow it with such craze. What could it be that everyone of us think of nothing more than following a conception which adds to a grievous concern in already difficult and challenging lives.
Why do we not want to ever go against this and for once try living in our terms? Like a person and not animals who follow the herd. Like a bird that just came out of the cage, that sense of freedom; the liberty of not having any obligations whatsoever except that of living a free life and enjoying every moment.
When Robert Frost said
“and I – I took a one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
he certainly did try his best of letting his readers know of the opinions he held and how his one difficult choice mattered the most to him. He was alone in the path and expresses that decision making capability we all probably run from.
I have a very good explanation here to account for this fear in us. We have always been told what to do, and have for most of the time agreed upon them. This has been happening on so many levels that we seem to have lost the ability to decide things solely. When this suddenly is altered; honestly we get confused and perhaps lost. It’s difficult to be patient till the adjustment occurs.
Even the bird freed out of the cage appreciates the freedom only after it knows the next step forward; after it calliberates to this new environment.
The moment you experience this self realisation, you attain a different perspective of freedom. You realise that the farthest you could go is towards the depth of solitude in this lone path of yours.
Solitude is nothing but the encounter after your realisation of your liberalization from the cage you were captivated in. That freedom you always were thirsty of.
Solitude is like the moon that the bird aims for; after it’s disenthralled.
HAPPY READING! ❤
“Blogging” was a term I always found to be sophisticated; something difficult and time taking to manage in the busy lives we live in. Till date, I’ve been asked numerous times if I ran a blog and my only answer each time had been that I didn’t know how to.
A close friend of mine then started her own blog recently (check out Tomboy Princess Dairies) and I went in for an in-depth analysis of following her posts and blogging in general. Would never say it seemed easy, rather; it felt intriguing. She has always inspired me and this time too; made me take this notion forward.
To people who don’t know me that well; I am a pen person with a hibernating and curious mind. In the sense, I will always prefer writing things down with ink than typing and have a mind that is almost all the time at a void of topics to discuss or write about. No, it isn’t a writer’s block per se. It is between writer’s block and laziness on a scale. It is something I have always tried describing and terribly failed each time.
Point is the difficulty I may have in publishing a post. But as I believe, curiosity can get you to undiscovered places and show you that the difficulty you faced was actually the best part of the challenge. It makes you more determined, more focused and gives you impeccable strength.
I’ll soon come up with an actual post where I don’t just wander and blabber things; and start talking about more important things and share beliefs. Although a keypad is used in putting this forward, it in no way is inferior to my pen. The words still are inked; words which portray my beliefs.
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