Lives change. Change in a way nobody ever imagines. In the midst of all this, we tend to forget ourselves. The essence of being a living creature and being blessed to be a human, different from any other mammal; having the ability to process and think and analyse to value, care, differentiate, favour and argue choices.
Next time if you get a chance to be with a child, just hold for a few minutes of your time. Don’t just watch, observe, not just to hear but to listen. You’ll end up agreeing to a very precious part of yourself that has been left behind just to (agreeably) be realistically sound in not so much of an ideal world! It wasn’t anymore than a couple of days ago that I saw a mother and a child walk in through automatic sliding doors. While the mother guided the way for the child to trail behind, the little mind couldn’t help to hold the curiosity of the doors opening by themselves. What we, adults, think to be a technological sensor was magic for that soul. Coordinating the steps to match the opening and closing of the doors, the child waited there for a couple of minutes and played around before being dragged away by the mother who seemed to be in a bit of rush.
Is it not really mortifying to think we are losing ourselves? In the palms of time, we forget the nature of ourselves. We judge way more than needed and instead of being inquisitive become doubtful. Why is it that we can’t learn to live and breathe sometimes? Why is it that a child can do this way better that we do? Why is it that we forget ourselves in pursuit of reaching where we are expected to (by others) while the journey becomes a haze through which we passed but never cared to rejoice in.
On a glowing Sunday afternoon,
Waiting to clock out of boredom,
A silly idea struck her naughty mind,
Likely to draw everyone’s sight.
Being kissed by the sun all bright,
She was mesmerised by hindsight
In a disagreement with the revolution sized,
The alter ego was handed over no right.
Who was anyone to judge her anyway?
Was it really for other souls to decide?
Whether or not it was a big deal,
She was almost ever ready to defy.
The norms aren’t for me, she says
Built with a strong head in place
Making the ‘im’ invisible
Enlightening just the possible.
Being a cynosure, isn’t something despised
But aiming for it wasn’t on her mind.
Those who relish her state
Were the ones to take all the pride.
The baton of dusk now being transferred
The darkness then engulfed by the moonlight
She began searching for a torchlight
And it was all within her mind.
Find what you think ! 