CONFORMITY kills CURIOSITY

I like to
see the world
from different corners.
I like to discover
new streams of
thinking

watching
         the emptiness
listening to
          the silence
I like to walk
by myself
and explore
unknown
places
I like to
smell the
scents of wood
when no one
is watching

The  path, which I couldn't see
In the woods and near the sea
Tilted grass ever so green
Black damped and scented soil
Under the shade of the trees

Away from the gaze of the sun
But shinning in moon light
the path so close
Kept hiding from my sight    

White flowers in the weeds
Leading to place never seen
Misleading Illusion to the eyes
Of the jungle, river and ice      
                                                      
Blue waters and crystal sky
Island of dreams, the other side
this world I did explore
when I took a step more


Manisha

Do not fear the unknown in front of you,
But explore it's essence!

For fear is a blockage of progress,
And stoppers of growth.

One does not learn to swim in a whim,
But free fall with courage knowing it might be the last,
And come out stronger soaring in the wind.

One can only stay in the maze to die,
But find refuge by exploring the wilderness.

For the liars play their soft lyre to sooth you from the truth,
Like Sirens charm their voices to men's demise.

Like Odysseus, be a nobody for the Cyclopes,
But come out as a victor of his kingdom!

For risking nothing will get you nothing,
But find courage to voyage to unknown,
And be a champion of unraveling!

I realized you were a small town man;
That you'd be more satisfied with being a comfortable failure than having to work for success.
You'd rather become your parents
Unstable:
Mentally
Financially
Romantically,
And unimpactful on this Earth's humanity.

I was a world traveler.  
In need of constant
Change
Challenge
Risk
And movement.  
I need a constant toiling in my mind
A constant pressure to move
A constant reminder that my next step could change the world
A constant potential for improvement

I realized you were content with what you knew
And my passion for learning was unappeaseable by your stagnant mind

I remember the books you wouldn't read
The songs you wouldn't sing
The explorations on which you refused to accompany me
The worlds you wouldn't see

And I now know that meant you would never last next to me
It's not your fault you couldn't keep up
Or mine I couldn't slow down
We can blame each other
My lack of satisfaction
Your lack of motivation  
Psychology
Economics
Chemistry
Chance
God
Karma
Fate
All these reasons
But none are real
Truthfully, we were just not meant to be

With each other we were not free
With your annoyance at my distance and my anger at your dissonance
Far corners of the earth you were not meant to see

I know now that my craving for motion
My roller coaster emotion
Is too fast paced
For someone like you
And to drag you behind me would be a waste
As we are not amazed by the same things, we do not have the same taste

It is possible that I'll never find someone
That worships this world as I do
and craves these things next to me
But at least alone I won't hurt anyone with my motion

I hope you have a twin,
like the looks and personality
like what you have been,
and I've already seen
'Coz, it's really *****, you're already taken...


11/18/15

To whom have hum the song called sum of love,
With thirst of touch unquench and desires loom away by their whim.

Such lyrics pour with your hearts until the tears dry like oasis in desert,
And suffocated in oceans of your own sorrow swimming deeper into the sea.

For love is shared with mutual need to create the roots of their spiritual seed,
And love alone is but a riddle never to get the answered in a desolate well of forgotten.

Arise and drink from fountain of desire,
To move forth to the great journey of unknown,
For your legacy can only enheighten by the second wind.
From wind become a vortex and the roaring sea,
While grasp onto your survival and free from all limits of expectation,
Then become the seat of mount Olympus finding true equal next to your seat!
For it's the very glory of your survival that shall ring true upon the beats of all hearts!

The pale night and the ghastly wind upon the skin,
And shiver by the sliver of ice needle pierce through the bone,
For this is the essence one felt by the beauty of words injected into the lungs.

Fluffy snow illuminates as the tunes become entwined by the inner beats,
And from flakes to crystals shattered like hammer onto ice,
Such is the force of all of whom dealt with love and war.

Nothing is but a straight line to a journey unwritten,
For bumps and bruises are only a flesh wound you would nod with a smile,
And all is but the fairness of the bloom of petal to yet another summer.