Inertia

After all the running is done
We stop.
There is stillness and an ellipse.
We give in
Sometimes surrender.

We let silence drown our voices
We swim towards limpid pools (of tranquility)

We then come to rest
And remain so

Godot (Waiting)

Childhood hides, under covers

Dreams are listless, lifeless now

But through a peep hole, inside the heart,

Childhood watches

The time of reckoning

Will come again

Laughter reeks 

In silent places

And merriness rings out clear

In the wilderness 

A voice 

Rises above the restless noon

Childhood is just around the corner,

It awaits the second coming

A return to naivety

Innocence and lack of gloom  

Happiness is a streak of red across the sky, when dying embers ignite the half night, half day.

And a song for the night

Listening to two versions of a song I was introduced to by my brother. I love the lyrics, with it's many layered interpretation. Though I usually am biased towards originals, but the cover version is equally beautiful in this case.

Here goes:

and...

Waiting for the truth to prevail

I have spent a large part of my life, waiting for the true nature of my being to emerge. To the tell the truth of my existence and do away with the image I project. I have no idea what sort of an image I project, but it isn't what I am (or so I think and I believe a lot of us do). But to the world that is what I am.
This is my defense mechanism, but isn't that true of everyone? People hide their vulnerabilities, the insecurities behind a mask and carry on the daily charade of pretending to be someone. But then, don't our actions also define who we are? It isn't just our thoughts but are actions too, that make us who we are.
Why wait then for a true self to emerge? What we do with each second is shaping who we are. It's a scary thought sometimes, since I enjoy lazying around and killing time, but I am shaping my present, my future and my identity by choosing to behave in a certain manner. It is so easy to think that when the time comes to show my true colours, I will. What if that time never comes. I will become who I am letting myself turn into. It's an essential thought to hold onto to, because that's what life has taught me over the years. The moment of truth, the miracle, the epiphany may never come, it is up to me to seize the day.

Just a reminder to self, life is short, don't let it pass you by. 

Waiting for the truth to prevail

I have spent a large part of my life, waiting for the true nature of my being to emerge. To the tell the truth of my existence and do away with the image I project. I have no idea what sort of an image I project, but it isn't what I am (or so I think and I believe a lot of us do). But to the world that is what I am.
This is my defense mechanism, but isn't that true of everyone? People hide their vulnerabilities, the insecurities behind a mask and carry on the daily charade of pretending to be someone. But then, don't our actions also define who we are? It isn't just our thoughts but are actions too, that make us who we are.
Why wait then for a true self to emerge? What we do with each second is shaping who we are. It's a scary thought sometimes, since I enjoy lazying around and killing time, but I am shaping my present, my future and my identity by choosing to behave in a certain manner. It is so easy to think that when the time comes to show my true colours, I will. What if that time never comes. I will become who I am letting myself turn into. It's an essential thought to hold onto to, because that's what life has taught me over the years. The moment of truth, the miracle, the epiphany may never come, it is up to me to seize the day.

Just a reminder to self, life is short, don't let it pass you by. 

Every once in a while we plunge into an abyss and then plunge deeper to retrieve ourselves.