Once upon a time - D

Once upon a time.. People were sad.

People were constantly depressed.

The depression was contagious.

Everyone was only talking about how the world was unhappy.

The air became morose and the days grew darker.

Everyone was constantly in everyone else's houses.

Eating, drinking, smoking to their misery.

They sang songs to express their sadness.

And everyone understood and empathized.

The sun wasnt ready to shine.

The world seemed to stop to spinning.

It all stopped.

As the sun rose the next day.

Everyone was dead.

And there was no more sadness.

Once upon a time - C

Once upon a time.. There was a girl.

She was pretty and always smiled.

She was nice and always listened to what everyone had to say.

Never gave any unwarranted advice.

Actually never gave any advice.

She loved flowers and always had it around her.

She was never the butt of any jokes.

But she was spoken about very fondly.

her smile, her face, her hair were never out of place.

It was like she was a photograph.

One day her mother found that the girl's flowers were wilting.

So she took the garland of the girl's photograph on the wall and replaced it with a new one.

Everyone knew she loved flowers.

She smiled back at her tearful mother.

Once upon a time - B

Once upon a time... There was no time..

There was no space and there was no crime.

It was a good place, a happy place.

It was beautiful, serene and nothing really happened.

Everything was left to be and left not to be.

There was choice. There was freedom.

At certain moments things stood still.

At others, it moved really fast.

One could sit back and observe.

One could breathe and the heart was allowed to beat.

The mind was set loose and imagination was boundless.

Then came creation and a God.

That just really messed things up.

Once upon a time - A

Once upon a time... there was Koolia.

He was very unclear about where his life was going and why it was going there.

He tried to think and tried to understand what all of it meant.

BUt eventually it wasn't meant to be.

He had to learn things the hard way.

The hard way was smelly, dirty and lots of effort.

He didnt really care about the way the world worked or about what other people thought.

But somehow he had to listen to everything that everyone said.

"eat this", "do that" and even "wear this" and "Dont touch that"

He wanted to break free.

He didnt want to potty train but he had to.

He was finally turning two.

Wanderings of a Thoughtless Mind: Chapter 17

Here i stand upon the edge of time,

Not knowing if i exist.

Grasping for meaning,

in a world i choose to desist.

Over head, vultures,

All lining up for me.

Over head, sky's blue,

I knew that's it.

I never felt this freedom,

I never felt distress,

I never knew the meaning,

of life as in my hands..

It Melts..

I finally fall,

down the cliff,

not knowing what's in store for me.

I let it all,

all slip away,

and i know what i am here for.

Over head, Sky's blue,

Lining up to let me go.

Over head, I see my soul,

floating over my body.

I never felt this freedom,

I never felt a pain,

I finally knew the meaning,

Meaning of true change.

Non Linear Lines- 1

I needed to write..

I don't really know what i want to write.. i guess there are innumerable things i could write about.. but nothing comes to mind.

Off late, i have been living one day at a time. No baggage, no distress, no nothing.

Time has lost it's relativity. It isn't relative, its disjoint and disconnected.

I don't mean this in a bad way.

It's just not linear any more. Yesterday could have been 3 days ago and day before could have been yesterday.

All replaceable, all interconnected, but not necessarily chronological.

also i don't really care anymore.

except for myself.

I love myself.. but not enough to be arrogant.. but not less enough to be self loathing.

I was thinking the other day.. or it could have been yesterday.. or sometime..

That i can be blank sometimes.

That i love western classical music.

That i can get lost in work enough for me to ignore the world.

That i am not in love.

That sometimes i want to be.

That money doesn't matter to me as much.

That the world around me is as self obsessed as it seems to be.

That i am okay being me.

And thats what i want to be. Me.

Wanderings of a Thoughtless Mind: Chapter 16

This one's not a classical 'wandering' post.

If there ever was a silver lining,

Clouds so dense would cover it all,

if there is anything open,

it wont be long till it closes again.

Ideals and hope all castrate us,

and rip of our dignity,

When the world seems cruel and cold,

I know where i will be.

I will be out on the seven seas,

out of bounds and out of reach,

I will be in the jungles,

where even sunlight doesnt reach.

When the war is over

between man, his emotions and thoughts,

the victor will emerge above,

and through the haze we will see.

Light at the end of the darkness,

deep and cold and wet,

the light will shine and blind us,

and i know where i'll be.

I will be on the seven seas,

Free as a bird can ever be,

I will be in the dense jungles,

and finally sunlight i will see.