Dead Thoughts

During poignant thoughts and vacant moments,

What do we do?

We practice self destruction with expertise!

Refilling the half empty vessels in the mind ,

With foolish thoughts that overflow from the brim,

In times of perpetual nights,

Do you refuse to see the sun?

Refuse to see the distant birds and rivers that flow?

The river flows between us like a song,

I on one side you on the other,

I hear the bustling joys and laughter, what do you hear?

But, only drowning shrieks and moans?

Our thoughts and pains and past already dead and gone, we refuse to bury,

Why? Least we feel guilty of being happy, again?

And there we go again…,

Exhuming the dead past and examining it, over and over again like an autopsy,

Sifting through the dirt and bones, like a madman, till the Bones cry out!

The Bones cry out: ‘Oh Please stop! Let me rest in peace, will you?’

Still, we continue like Vultures, circle and swoop down, pick out, and

feed on the rotten flesh and bones,

The Dead Flesh cries out: ‘Oh !Please stop! Haven’t you had your fill ,till your juices churned with revulsion?

‘Let me please dissipate into the morning sun and the blue sky!’

‘Stop feeding on me!’

The past, pains and memories want to let go off YOU and so thus YOU must let go of THEM too!

Set them free! And so shall you be!

Will you?

Tell me ….NOW.. do you hear the birds sing and the bubbling river in its course?,

Feel the sun and the magic in the sky?

Or are you still hearing the shrieks and groans and feel the dampness in the air?

What Do The Stars Say?

To believe or not believe

that is the question.

The moment we come to life,that moment destiny turns,

The planets millions of miles away,

Follow us in their gaze,

Should we believe what they tell us,

or should we find our own ways?

Do the stars guide our life?

Do they define our deeds done?

Or should we follow our ,hearts mind or soul,

Or the many planet positions?

The predictors tell you, the past present and future,

But ‘Free Will’,will get in the way,

We get in out lives what we will,

And the planets keep turning away.

In them does the future lies?

Should we heed what the predictor advise,

or our own?

On our own,

We have to plant the seed sown,

Cut the weeds which have grown,

Pour water and trim hedges,

And make the garden beautiful,

The sun will shine as it should,

Bees will buzz and birds tweet,

Then rain,clouds,snow or sleet,

Go on in their lives,

Each moment unique,

Each moment alive,

Each moment unique,

Each moment our own,

Our own to seek.

Destiny Vs Will

Hello my friends my readers! How life is a fabulous mystery? Her Highness ‘Destiny’ really throws a curvy shot at you when you expect it the least! Well, a month ago I started to settle in the new town and my husband went away, then only to be told a few days before he came back that we have to pack the house again and head to our home town for a three months course to achieve  promotional ranks of the army! So again; baggage, packing, mothballs and a temporary school admission for the kid! And so in a weeks time we all are back again to refitting our lives and our routines to a new place!

I have often experienced that ‘Madam Destiny’ has many things up her sleeves, and I must not take her for granted. One day I am thinking of a month long leave and the next minute I think of packing! One day it rains in the morning and my husband cancels coming home and by afternoon the Sun shines and he suddenly arrives?  One day I am sitting alone in a new town and the next day I back to my own home? One day you are climbing a mountain which you have climbed a hundred times before and the other minute you lose your foot hold and fall, one night the petrol prices are normal and the next day they climb up 4 units of money and you start taking your bicycle to work! At one time you are flying high and are the apple of everyone’s eye and the other time you are all alone with a spouse who doesn’t want you and/ or parents who refuse to be involved.

Destiny and Will are like two fighting siblings, each one throws a blow on the other. Though Destiny makes  all the  sudden moves, it is our Will which has to battle it out relentlessly.

If you have a strong ‘Will’ then take ‘Destiny’ by the hand and move on, she just might become your good friend in the end! This is what I have experienced- take it on the chin and strike back aptly! How about you, how do you deal with Madam Destiny?

So  Sip Sip, and think, think, think ,on your hot hot coffee and enjoy the short poem!

Destiny verses Will

I sit in the solitude of the present and see,

How the sunny skies, turn into thundering climes.

I sit in solitude and think of the past, and see,

How happy days turned into sadder nights.

I sit in solitude and try to foresee the future,

How lonely stays will turn into crowded lives,

I sit in solitude and I vow,

That each sudden strike that Destiny tries to give,

Will be ricocheted,  with the Will of mine.