Perspectives...

Why do I not feel whole?   There are bruises and wounds all over me. They are not mine,   But they belong to us nevertheless. Every child killed, every woman raped, every family separated,   Makes me less and less.

I am a part of it,     but still fighting, struggling to go against. I am exasperated, I fight some more,   trying hard not to give up. In a moment of complete despair,    I surrendered completely. It took me along and there was no looking back, I kept floating through the rocks and shards,   and the sunsets and the sunrises. I just kept floating...

Look around,   A beeline of half lived lives, Some old and grim,    Aware of the impending completion. Some young and restless,   Fighting the resistance, the war within. Despite the differences,   Lies a distinctive commonality. A beating heart,   synchronous with the light of the soul, repeatedly calling us Home...

We are here to be,   In it's trenches and valleys. Pampered in love, teary in grief,   Anxious in ambition, restless in discontent. I will take all if it...all of it. 

And there you go Sun Deep dive into the world of endless orange hues, Where the clouds await to embrace you, As they lead you to the other side. Did you say goodbye? Oh yes, I say goodbye everyday, you say, I see it now... You left with a bang, A gift of beautiful canvas of vibrancy, It lingers on as you transition, Thats how much you wanted to stay... I hear you ask, Did you receive my gift? Did you? Do you everyday?

I miss my clarity during the day,      When the sky is clear and everything is just bright It's the darkness,  during the dawn and the dusk,  when the light peeps through the middle of the clouds,      that's where I center, that's when I am home. There is something about darkness, a particular innocence.          Insecure of its presence, it looks for validation. Knowing very well that a tiny gleam can make it look small,         It maximizes it's lifetime.  But it takes a soul to recognize the beauty of darkness,     And it's purpose in the tapestry of life. Because we would be stoic without knowing what the absence of light is,     The absence of happiness is, the absence of a jolly time is. It is in the absence of that which is not,       that we realize that which is. 

The burning desire    The constant knock on the door, Thump, thump, thump   Are you listening to me? What do i need to do for you to listen? Give up the mediocrity, its not worth your soul,   Reach out to me,   Reach for me I am here, I always have, Have you forgotten, you have a contract with me,   You have to get the job done. Do you really want to go with a ringing in your heart?   Do you really want to go with a thump, thump, thump...