The Girl on the Rope

I feel like I am the girl on the rope
On the side of the road
Embracing dangers face to face
Just for some applaud
And some pennies perhaps.

 

They are looking at me
While I am walking on the rope
It is not enough to go just one way
And just towards the end of it
It starts to get boring.

 

And I must do something more
They are looking at me
Some excited to see me walk
Some would love to watch me fall
But I must not fall.

 

So I take out two small balls from the pocket
And juggle them while walking
O ya, that seems to have worked
It just works fine
And just when I turn to walk back where I started..

 

One ball falls from my hand
So I throw down the other
Just so that they know it was a part of the act
Then they throw a huge stick towards me
I catch it and walk holding it..

 

And then there are a few rings thrown on the stick
By now I am tired
And I may fall
There is no safety
No one standing by guard..

 

I can’t smile anymore
My face lets out a frown.
I see I am towards the end of the rope
And look it’s over
I come down.

 

But there are just few people waiting there
Some have left giving some pennies
The applauders stand there staring at me
They are happy but not so much
And I know they won’t pay.

 

They won’t pay
You know why?
Because I did not smile enough
That at one point
I frowned.

Life, Death and the Choice

 

I am darkness
I have been inside the mind
And the corners of the heart
Of this person
Who decided to call it quits
Just yesterday.

I saw there was pain
Prolonged suffering
And healing that never happened
Perhaps a hug would have stopped him
Perhaps a walk would have
Or a talk could have.

I tried to wave at the homies
Even the friends
See me.. Save him from me
Love him, take him out
Love her, take her for therapy
But they couldn’t see me.
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What is that one thing you’d do if there were no constraints in life?

 

Author Susan Sontag's Illustration by BrainPickings
Author Susan Sontag’s Illustration by BrainPickings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is that one thing you’d do if there were no constraints in life?

Nothing.

Really, nothing?

There is no “one thing”.

Then?

There are many things and I am going to do it all.

How?

At one point of time in life. Step by step, maze by maze, one by one. If not today, then some other day.

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The Eternal Search and the Eternal Find

Losing a best friend

It’s an eternal search
And an eternal find
The one so rare
That it might not ever
Happen again.

It’s not easy as a rhyme
In a naïve poem
It’s a classic
Without a rhyme
Yet perfect.

It’s just the presence
Of that one person
That drives energy
That builds conversation
Some even without words.

It’s an eternal search
And an eternal find
Not because there are no other people
But because there are very few
That get you.

It’s an eternal search
Because everyone is just trying
Not to be lonely

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