Those songs of past

Nostalgia at times has strange sensations. It has visions, smell and temptations. You sort of feel those times deep from your sense and spirit. Those endless journeys, various places, different themes, that one touch, those various smiles... aah!!! The fact that they are past. And yet, the photographs have them all intact – as if frozen deep in the crystal pure layers of ice.

With each passing lyric, every string of music, you hear them – the songs of those times. But then you have no choice. You convince yourself and pass your time – only to create some new songs – with the latest rhyme. Alas! The words are limited and emotions are few. All use them for each other’s lieu.

Same cycles repeat with new enthu each time, same emotion, new rhymes. But this head sure is one funny thing. It links all opposite stars into a neat constellation. And scientists get crazy till eternity trying to understand that one fixed order that was all some mind’s creation. Astrologers too make some own interpretation and them - follows - the religion.

 Notions like morality and external forces enter next – all products of various heads clustering to a huge box of puzzle pieces – all trying to make some sort of sense – all showing a part of some dream picture. However, you land up with a heap of your favourite pieces as you denied to take part in the race and make the puzzle that was almost solved in front of your eyes – just to win. Now you have a choice – either to wear your hybrid set of pieces like mementos and be broke and jobless or go out and get whatever is thrown at you for others’ satisfaction.

But you succumb to neither. you go on upon unknown ways only this time, without a destiny. You know that cosmos has this maze designed all specially for you. Your task is to go on – at each step – more aware, more learned, more thankful. You win, you lose. You undergo all lights and fuse. But your task is to keep moving and being thankful. More you smile, more smiles come to your way.

Just forget your past for some time. Give yourself a vacuum break, flow with the flow. feel it like a holiday , only a holiday where you don’t have to mind working. Rather more you remain busy, happier you will be. Enjoy every freaking stolen minute in between work.  Be happy despite of that cult inside. Take magic herb if required. But be happy. Laugh, sing, spend time with your loved ones, run in open fields, cry in you have to but make sure that you don’t get graved below the layers of time. Just hide yourself into your very own world for some time. Far off from that world that was once your comfort zone. Enhance your limits and grow – grow up beyond all dimensions

 Become one with the world. Entire cosmos makes us to be what we are. feel the power of those natural super powers and let them unite with the cosmic around.  You are the cosmos. Feel it. happiness resides inside. Do what you feel like. Just be happy and world will be a happy place. trust me.

 - mystical wanderer