Happiness she brought Among those who were near, Opened her eyes to the father Who she always held dear. Opened her heart to the mother Who was a little farther. She pulled her close with Her hazel eyes and hazel hair.
Little princess, youngest member Oldest child, responsible sister A B C D E F G H, together recited The mother and the child; laughed along With their hearts bare. Sticks, dusters, slaps, slippers Huge enemies, patient teachers Who knew she would thank, In times to come, her hated peers.
Papa, dad, father, pops Enchanting was the day they hiked And collected rocks. Creeks and tiny fish, Such robustness, such ecstasy.
First, second, third, fourth Classes, friends, new teachers. New people, new songs Blessed she was, to have found Such a safe haven, Cherished it to her full satisfaction.
Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth Books so many, expectations so high For she was the responsible sister Turned into an ideal figure Lived up to those moments With rigor so tall Battled with those Who wanted to see her fall
Ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth Core years, lifetime friends Lessons learnt, rhythmic heartbeats Mind opened, imagination liberated Hard work, resilience, perseverance With kindness and liveliness Learnt that above all What lives on, is her essence
No one can take away Who she was. She fell in love With herself and her ways. Colleges, universities, Bachelor’s, Master’s and PhD, earned her marks, earned her degrees.
Carried with her friends she promised, ten years ago, on that farewell day. For old is gold, but new is silver. Met people, who impacted, her in several ways.
Thirties came, brought with it an ambition so great. Climbed the corporate ladder Held her sessions with villagers. Ticked off her bucket list In a pompous manner. Proud she was, but grateful For lessons learnt in her days of youth.
Forties, fifties, sixties Marriage, responsibilities, love and pain. Took it all in her stride For she was already trained. Children, tantrums, cute but not. Brought with them, Waves of euphoria. Head held high, full of energy Aligned herself to new titles and duties
So the cycle repeated itself, But now she was revisiting, What she had lived, now in front her Breathed her own reflection. Reciting and collecting rocks, Felt such a surge of emotions She didn’t know she was capable of.
With newfound respect For her ideal figures. Her mother and her father She visited home in many years. Life as we know it Always come full circle.
Seventies, eighties She saw herself In her ageing mother. For she was nothing But a reflection of her. She saw her father’s ways Held his hand, spent with him her days
Now I sit in this rocking chair Going back and forth, With my hazel eyes and hazel hair. Watching my grandchild smile As he recites, and collects pebbles. I smile a tired smile For life was stuck on loop.
I go outside and sit on the porch A question comes to mind Time will come and I will depart So what was this life? The answer was in front of me In the laughter of my grandchild, In the worry on his mother’s face, In the eyes of his father, And in the touch of my partner.
Life as I know, always thrives. The show goes on, No matter how much You try to hide. So I open my arms yet again Embracing life with all I have. For this life has fulfilled, What I once thought Wasn’t there for me.
The delighted skies now welcome me. I’ve come out of my deepest and darkest phases. I look above, I see nothing but tranquil clouds. I see hope running free in the cerulean sky with love from the divine pouring through. I feel my soul to be abundant and mind to be unrestricted by the miscellaneous goings of life. Am I free? Am I flourishing? I believe I am.
You don’t want your feet to grow? Start wearing tighter, smaller shoes. To grow, one has to be free of the restrictions of the world. The mind, however, has to be free of it’s own restrictions. We often think we are fighting these restrictions that our mind is pregnant with. Maybe you are too. But you’re fighting within these restriction. It’s like running through tar. You can move; but how much can you move? How far will you go? How exhausted will you be? How long will you endure?
Who put me in this tar, they ask. Our belief and thought patterns, and this innate yet futile urge to resist change puts us in this tar. So who puts these thoughts, beliefs and urges in our heads? The situations we go through in life do this to us. This world is so pure yet dangerous. But how does a mere circumstance force us to be stagnant? Well, I say our perception is to blame.
Perception is where our free will lies. You lost your job? Percieve it as an opportunity to explore other options. You don’t have other options? Go all out and explore a different path. You don’t think you have a path anymore? It’s a phenomenal opportunity to find your soul’s purpose. You think it’s too late? Honey, it’s never too late. You see, every lock has a key. Every coin has two sides. Every word has an antonym. Every tunnel has light at it’s end. Everybody is meant to walk the path they’re walking. Everyone has a place they’re supposed to be at.
I know staying in the sticky tar is easy. You may say it’s comfortable even. And why not? It can at least hold you in one place. You feel its toxic familiarity and its poisonous safety. But this life has so much more to offer. This life on this planet has so much more to show off. Why not let it be pompous? Why not let it be itself so you can become yourself.
We resist change merely because we don’t know what’s on the other side. I ask you, what’s the point of this resistance? What will you gain out of this exhaustive, tiring state? Life is meant to have variables. Otherwise, it would be called death. Why die everyday to live in a constricted, muddy space? Why not live to thrive in an abundant, loving world? Nothing in life has the potential to be absolute. If it did, it wouldn’t be called living. It wouldn’t be called growing. Even the person being swallowed by peat bog is at peace before the end. This time comes only when he has lost all hope of survival itself.
And lastly, my friend, my delightful skies with abundant love from the divine are waiting for you. They await your arrival so they can serve you for your highest good. Come to us, you shall grow and be tranquil. Live with us and you shall thrive. We will accept your past and build your future. We hope you see the light at the end of your tunnel. If you think its gonna be a dark sky and not the cerulean one, well all the better. You’ll get to see the stars in all their glory and the moon in all its beauty.