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What is on your mind that is heavy to your heart?

The scar on your soul that is an itch to your conscience

Darling! I warned you this is road less travelled

You cannot hope your home will be at every other station

The indefinite search for a purpose

The infinite thirst without a reason

Settle in! They told you to be

Figuring out you were just gambling

Darling! I warned you the road is less travelled

Like a dog you cannot whine for love

Like a lion you cannot climb to the top

Settle in! They told you to be

Figuring out you were still gambling

Navigating and finding then lost at the start

Blushing and harrumphing you are pushing through dark

In the end you join your hands and settle to pray

Darling! I warned you the road is less travelled

One is enough for you to yield and stay.

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Rambled Thought # 10 (An Adventure)

Every trail lead to somewhere And somewhere is filled with possibilities A possibility can give a sense of adventure And adventure could be all you need

Every trail leads to somewhere
And somewhere is filled with possibilities
A possibility can give a sense of adventure
And adventure could be all you need

-An Indian Princess

Miraculous Sun

The light breeze gushes and becomes splendid wind. I raise my palm with my fingers open wide trying to caress the gold of sun. My fingers tingle from warmth that sun emanates but I cannot touch him. His light escapes from the gap between my fingers and fills my vision. It fills my world and consumes me with it’s rays but dare I or not,I cannot touch it. I put my arm down collecting warmth in my fist, opening my eyes, my world is filled upto brim. Such a shocking nature is of sun it gives light in abundance, keep you cosy, but never lets you reach him. It burns itself in a volcanic combustion so consumed in his fury and none dare to be near. In infinity he lives alone among stars. A source of energy to otherwise dark world, night is filled with millions of stars but none are sun to midnight blue reverie. In the embrace of warm light I am protected from iniquity of darkness.

I cannot protest about the shadow keeping me company in solitary times because it seem more like a blessing of him then gloomy figure with murky past.

I will bemuse as I squint my eyes and see colors like red, blue or green whenever I try to gaze directly at the source.

I move along in the path where his light coerce me to be brave and take my lead.

I confer into a miraculous journey never to worry about night, waiting until the Sun rises again.

Envy

Envy is a sign of sin. To envy is to have insatiable desire and discontent towards others happiness but does one have to be discontent when another is happy? I envy; I sin everyday. I envy my mother of having a beautiful family. I envy my friends who are moving ahead in their life. I envy the stranger who is smiling over an ice cream cone. I envy the ease with which people go on with their life knowing their path. And I felt sorry for myself because I lack the courage which people are so used to and apt with. Though I know it doesn’t have to be this way. Somewhere in me this courage is inhabited. Yet I don’t let my courage be free as if I will loose something if I let it soar. So, I envy my mother, the stranger, the child and the people. My treacherous mind lives in discontent unable to sleep in night and unable to open my eyes to morning light. This discontent of mind somehow doesn’t extent to  other’s happiness but to my owns. My envy is of the others but my discontent is totally on my own person. And it is totally upto me how I proceed with this enlightenment. Should I let this envy be the one which breaks me and make me into a green eyed monster? Or should I use this envy to better myself and built my envy into curiosity? Curiosity of how the stranger can smile over a simple cone of ice-cream.

If I know I have caged my courage unable to let it go like a child holding onto his favourite toy. I should maybe take baby steps build my confidence, take my own time but keep moving ahead until I can smile so easily as that stranger did (my insatiable desire). After all envy is just a mere word and it is upto me how I define it and myself.