Cobweb

A cobweb. It is delicately woven. Just strong enough for the builder to trot on it. Strong enough for the builder to get his/her desired. But weak, very weak by its very fabric and it's reason for existence.Straining, swaying suspended in the middle of no where.Torn but re-build as it dips in time. 

Such is our guard. Our mental fort. Our barriers to what lies around us. We carefully weave a list of dos and don'ts sometimes we are taught these for our own safety. Forever we survive in these limits of woven shackles. We believe we are doing fine. We get food. We get some company by people who get caught in our web. Who carefully pass the guards. Make their way into our lives. We define it to be perfect. We extend our boundaries. We expand these webs. But want we fail to realize is we are still restricted. We are bounded. We get restless. We get paranoid and rebuild theses webs if we face a blow. 

Why can't we just suspend in the air? Not know in which direction to move? When every road invites us to an unknown adventure. Why can't we smile at a passing stranger? Why can't we take more chances? Why do we protect ourselves? What are we protecting ourselves from? Why do we weave complexities around us? Why do we live in cobwebs?

For once let it all go! Let words from your heart resonate with the world. Walk. Run. Do something. Forget what will follow. No guard. No web. A journey unrestricted. A path unknown. A pattern undefined. A life of your own.

Thanks for the memories..

Thanks for the memories, I whisper into the air

Let it rove and halt, to find you somewhere

I see your blurred image, behind my shut eyes

A familiar stranger, I am caught in surprise

I've known you, I know- but I know not how

Let life unfold this mystery endowed

Thank you is all, I can hear myself say

For I find not better words-that can repay!

~Sam

P.S.: This poem is inspired by the novel- "Thanks for the memories" by Cecelia Ahren

Few classic lines from the novel..."How close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The movement is minute, like the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop. "

Tiptoeing ?

We grumble. We ache. We silently complain. We wish things get better. We dream of better things. We are constant self naggers. We don’t accept what we have. We refuse to believe. We refuse to have patience. We get dejected. We fall into deep emotional pits. We complain about life.  We try to avoid all the falls!

We behave like an OCD maniac who tip-toes on the street to avoid a fall. We are tiptoeing in our life. What difference would it make to bruise a knee, fall face down, break a leg, see your trust shattered into million pieces, face shut doors, reach dead ends, and take wrong turns or miss something?  NOTHING!

It is not about looking for the best in everything. That is honestly wishful thinking. There are dark areas, there are pain points. There are things that will make you roll into a ball and cry. The point I am trying to make here is- good things happen. Bad things happen. We Learn. Unlearn. Relearn. Or don’t learn. What ever we do- Life goes on. Good things happen. Bad things Happen. Poof!

End of story.