PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

It’s a funny world. Things you do and the words you say define you. You could be any one; the man who sticks to his words, the man of his deeds, the man with a lot of ideals or the man on the wind. You could be the achiever, the giver, the stealer or the creator. These things they define you as the picture you paint for people to see. Colors, everybody sees them. But who sees the negative space? Did anyone ever tried to understand the blank spaces for hours and ignore the strokes? Can we be defined more by the things we don’t do? By the words we don’t say, than those we have done?

This is what Google will tell you about DOMINO EFFECT; ‘The domino effect is a chain reaction that occurs when a small change causes a similar change nearby, which then causes another similar change, and so on in linear sequence.’   It will also show you images of Marilyn Monroe change to Marlon Brando, created by East Asian students at some crazy Domino Art Contest. But if you closely observe domino effect is an inseparable, integral part of life. The understanding of this effect is also the solution to most of the problems that weigh us down.   One realizes that this universe is a humongous network of neatly arranged dominos. At least my life is. There is one thing I have learned for sure. Never have regrets and never try to change the flow, because everything indeed happens for a reason. The reasons could be both, good and bad. But there is always one and you must try to find it.  Think about it in the simplest things like, what if you were born to a different set of parent

It’s been a real long time since I have poured out my brains. Just sputter everything in every direction. The jar is so full it’s about to spill and the sink is too far away. I don’t think I can make it till the sink before I ruin the expensive floor-carpet. Damn it! I spilled.  Oh it’s been a long night ...or day...I don’t know. It seems all just the same. Have I been sleeping or was I too awake? I remember my dreams and forget my days.  Talking, moving eating, writing I don’t know what. Thinking? What is that? I can’t think! I don’t know what it means. I want to be alone, for real. Why are you crowding in on me? Just leave me alone. I consume too much oxygen I should be shunned but I don’t remember the last time I breathed. I am in pain, but so is everyone else. On the bus, in the train, on the roads...faces, so sad! So dull! It’s hard to believe a life behind them. It’s hard to believe I am one of them. Save me please! Wait!  Who am I talking to? Is there anyone listening?

Peel of my layers One after the other See my core Become gentler For you, it might be a pretty game To me, it’s a mystery untamed Drenched in the pool of my own sweat I don’t let slip in the regret The paths I choose Will see the answers be met I finally drop the noose   Around my neck The voices are no more a blur The faces are no more a haze I am turning over To a silent page As the only thing matters now Is to let nothing ever matter again

Someday I would want to be living in the entire world not just one place Someday I would want to dissolve in water and not just be swimming Someday I would want to evaporate and not just be flying Till that day, as every other I am living Someday I would want to rest and not just be sleeping Someday I would want to know and not just be aware Someday I would want to exist and not just be evolving Till that day, as every other I am questing   Someday I would want it to be over Someday I would want it to start Someday I would want to go on and the next, stop Yet every day I move ahead, as opens yet another clog