It’ll go on forever
It is a worm, a wriggly thing.
It could keep eating at the start.
It could change all that is happening,
It could gobble up whole parts.
It’ll grow bigger at every bite.
It would leave behind its past at times
And emerge out to a better sight.
It’ll now chew at beats of wind chimes.
Soon will bring a stage of depression,
Of conversion and magical portion.
During this time of transformation,
It’ll change all of its proportions.
To come out, it has to try.
And before that, set everything right.
For once it decides to fly,
To look at the world at a different height.
It doesn’t wait for long,
It just takes its flight along.
A touch of a breeze is enough,
And it shall part to become tough.
It never waited for anyone.
It is its own life-saver.
This might be a dreamy one,
But it’ll go on forever.
The point of ink soils.
The unflawed canvas it spoils.
Impure canvas elated.
Its lowliness abrupt uplifted.
The spikelet dwells on her.
For the much received pamper,
Protection, its responsibility.
Although limit to her beauty.
Ever together is a phantom
T’is ubiquitous at random.
Error to your concealing,
Always the fellow feeling.
Mole at the main stage.
Oh! But you aren’t a sage.
It shall be your theme.
Blemished yet moonbeam ?
Bowed manner at your brim.
My heartbeat its synonym.
Broken at thy dysphoric eye.
After much heat, T’is to purify.
T’is for you, who rose,
I shall become spikelet.
For t’is you who I chose,
It’s amusing how life can be strange. She shows you how she plays, the way she connects things to another. Just like nerve cells in a brain. Sometimes you don’t know how two things can be connected until you suddenly realise it.
Life shows you that people can be complete psychopaths. But can have a deep history behind them which made them the way they are. Some of those scars or wounds are hard to heal or just hard to accept sometimes. Yet all of it seems but a dream as time passes by. One might sit one evening and just laugh at it someday thinking what kind of person he/she was back then. Yet it all lies in the magic of realisation.
It shows how people change with time. Of course, it being a form of dimension, it brings change. And maybe that very moment of change cannot be forgotten. Just like the little magic one experiences when doing things from the heart. It could be anything. But those are things which one never forgets. It’s connected to a part of you. A part of your soul. You know that when it happens, it touches your soul and just takes you out into the space. Space where many more arrive, but through different sources. A place where you find heaven within this cage of a life. It would seem like eternity before you return back to real life. But those moments are the ones which keep us going. Those are the ones which keep deep souls to remain on earth for one last time before they find their infinity within themselves. And until you find an infinity within you.
Sometimes you realise that you are better off alone. You know that you can stand stronger without others needing to hold on to you. You can skate better only if you are left to do so. That’s when you are left free.
A bird isn’t meant to be caged. It is meant to fly. Could you force it to swim? Or a fish to fly? The primary obstruction it is breath. A fish breathes under water pressure. And a bird, under air pressure. It makes a difference.
People think you can’t stay alive without their extra oxygen support. But thank you, I can breathe, I have a nose of my own and a good pair of lungs that works good enough for me.
A child, an infant, learns to breathe only when it is put to pressure to do so. Could you be expecting a babe practicing breathing inside the womb? Or dilating its eyes maybe?
A diamond. A precious little thing. Quite cheap ain’t it? For a billionaire maybe. Well, it sure deserves that respect. It’s a simple piece of coal which became stronger under pressure?! I mean, who expected a darn bark of a dead tree to become a diamond underground? A miracle ain’t it?
This miracle is used to express how one can be a queen on the other’s heart. A queen, who deserves the respect of a diamond. A royalty, who owns the red empire of blood purification which totally works on pressure itself.
And what if that applied to people in real life? It’s up to you.
It’s up to you to compress like a substance in liquid state or withstand it to become a diamond. Be a precious gem, a queen or a miracle.