I sit here and wait for something to happen Fingers tapping on the desk Mind wandering with the music in my head Thoughts, flashbacks and imaginings All trapped into one corner of my mind Confusing they are For I am not able to discern the dream from reality And the memory from the desire I want you to get inside my head With those little fingers of yours And take off this little fragment of my mind Where all the thoughts and emotions are entwined Take this little piece of mind, and put it in a plate right here on my desk So that I pull out the different threads Put those of the same colors together And put them back in my brain And get out of this state of oblivion And start doing something Instead of sitting here and waiting For something to happen
An attempt to draw the rambling of the incoherent thoughts visiting my mind very often lately... There is much more to learn, much more to experience... much more to get hold of, even more to let go. At the end, it is what we do that defines us - and that keeps our memory floating in space next to the purple birds and on the minds of faithful souls. But are we really what we do?
We drift so much from who we are We fail to find our true selves, by the end of the journey Growing up, is an odd occurrence Even odder, is maturing Each age brings with it its own flicker Sometimes it makes us smile, sometimes it makes us sad Sometimes it is promising, other times it is pathetic Each age has its colors and shapes And those are reflected in our minds and on our skins The layers add up as we grow older Habits we acquire, knowledge we gain Holes we fall into, mountains we climb on Experience accumulated, as years pass by But where is the “I”? How would we know that who we are at this age, at this time in this space… is who we were born into? Where is the essence? There is a thin line between the truth and the total obliteration of it Will we be able to ever draw this line?
There is so much beauty in this world So much left unseen All it takes is a collective consciousness Of two persons, three or four Acting upon the spur-of-the-moment scheme To get out of their shell And go on wandering after dark
Let go of time, mind and norms Let go of all carnal restrictions Let go of daily routine And endless traffic jams Give yourself in to the pleasures of the night Carelessly, euphorically Like a fifteen year old
Only those with free minds and souls Are entitled to see the beauty of the world