PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

Today I meet someone who said poetry is a thing of jobless people, who have nothing better to do, someone who has a lot of time on hand to waste! I was surprised, offended a little. So is that what it is? The one who appreciates life and sinks into its little matters-of-nothing is an indolent mental? Do I write poems because I have nothing better to do? No one better to talk to? Am I the only one who believes life sustains in the fractions of moments. Am I the only one who shies from the affluent years?  I am mental ain’t I?  I am that person at the end of the row, with head phones on and talking to herself. I am the person who is startled once in a while by the loud laughter around. I am the person who talks less and yet is talked to, a lot. I am not a poet; not yet. I am not some divine Buddha who acquired the truth of life. I am not smart. I am not courageous. I am the one who pulls in her knees and is on her guard, upon a feather's touch. I am the one who gives a con

There is hole in my sole  Makes my feet meet the street. It’s a strange feeling to be yelling But receiving not even as much as a flinch My clothes droop off of me Like a skeleton I be It’s appalling, the heat Of the agonizing screams My luggage is eternal Of the dust, I’ll never loose It’s calming to see The greedy flee My memory intrigues Like the labyrinth it spins It’s boggling to be The only one, who sees My companion is you If you choose to be It’s scary to me To know, you’ll never see The beauty of me, just me

Life gives you some of the hardest times; it’s like the big bully you face every day in school. These bullies have a weird psychology. They either pick on other kids who are very happy or very shy and sad. So mostly it’s either: ‘Oh whadda you smiling so much for, fart face? Yeah that’s right your face makes me fart. ON YOUR FACE! FART FACE.’ ‘Did your mommy pack a little strawberry rainbow for the lunch?’ ‘You bloody jumpy @#$%^, what’s keeping you so busy?’ Or: ‘Just hand over your lunch, you filthy slime’ ‘I don’t know why they let mice attend school’ ‘Do my homework and I might let you live’ But have you ever noticed most bullies refrain from bullying people who show neither of the extreme emotions or ignore them. Now that’s exactly my point. Too happy? Life will screw you! Too sad? Well you are already being screwed, you will be more. There is no escape from that one. The trick is to be moderately happy and moderately sad. Noooo! Don’t do it cons