When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell into their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart.
And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
You know what the best thing in life is?
It is when you create your own life, you create a life existing simultaneously with this real world. A life where you can laugh, go wherever you want to, meet people you always desired and own a home which satisfy you the most. Then you befriend some amazing people and talk to them about everything your heart knows. They console you and you listen to them. You cry, laugh, smile and jump altogether to express how happy you are. You suddenly start loving the life you are living.
But when are you going to get such life?
Now itself if you want to. Just take a paper and let your imagination wander in universe. Let your thoughts create a different world. Let yourself feel the emotions you never felt before. Now let your ink flow freely and smoothly to give your thoughts a physical material form.
That’s how you create your own world, that’s how you live thousand, lakhs of lives in this one life.
Writing is not just a hobby, it is your vehicle to move to other planets, to discover the places which are still unknown to humanity……
As I opened my eyes and looked to the sky to see a sign of God…
a rain drop kissed the crease of my forehead,
songs sat upon clouds and drifted off like leaves in Autumn….
My spirit began to break away piece by piece like chipped statues,
I felt renewed…..
Like I grew wings and light shined around my head,
God gave me flight with no safety net
he said “if you believe as much as you preach……
you need no plan B”
From there I flew…..
Around the steep rock slope where I am stretched out on my back, the looming rainforest envelopes me like an amphitheatre. I feel like a tiny flame steady in an evergreen sconce……
Around me, swaying with the bamboos, rising with the trees, cushioned in the moss, glinting in the hill across the skies, lives a raft of recollections of other living beings and the places they belonged to and that belonged to them……
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it……