Monday, December 22, 2014

Don’t stop me


Don’t stop me I am having a good time, flying with those birds so high, dashing through those puddles of happiness, splashing in those rivers so happy, walking pass those meadows – on go. Yeah! I love these moments of freedom, where i dance and jump and laugh with no treason. It is these sensations that I love – with no promises no hearts shunned.
Hey you, wanna  share with me some moments of laughter – we’ll talk and dance and trek through those mountains. We might leave some imprints of our aura on the other forever. Maybe each other’s face again – we’ll see never. But yes these moments would be fun. Where on those wide fields – together we’ll run.
I assure you no guarantee of future – i must clarify. Permanence and eternity – oh them – I fie. I rather prefer these moments – that are in my hands. Happy or sad – everything lies in my hands. I can choose to make the most of now and laugh and dance. I can skip away some moments – all lost in trance. But that time to come – that i shun. I have no control over it. I can only live through it or sit.
It is said that our present decides our future. What fun it is to outlay such caricature. Where are the surprises and shocks that come in between. Where are those plans that never turn real – while flowing in stream. Everything changes in matter of moments. Magnificent ships suddenly attain those unwelcome dents.
I of all love those dents – after all those are like many moments. I rather take each of that blot as different slot. And there i thread them all in a large painting. My floating ship – now sinking. I know one day it would be battered and old. There would only be a story told. But before dieing into that obliviousness, I wanna attain all kinds of dents. Those lipstick marks at one time, those stormy blows in some tents.
And I love numerous shores. They come all planned at times, at times they come afore. But then isn't it thrilling to play with waves of each sea side. Like an old knife I used to feel when to one shore – unused – was I tied.
What meaning life has – if not to live it all. only entertainment we have in a fair is to play at every stall. Or maybe we can become observer of it all. without participating in either of the stalls. But even then one has to move, one needs to get in that groove. Else it would all be a failure. Coming to the fair would be a psychological stir. We would get annoyed and frustrated if we won’t participate. It would be a mere survival no matter in which state.
So smile and enter those waves so high – yeah they are indeed a fun ride. Don’t stop me or don’t get stopped. Play and live it all – without any next moment all curbed. This is the moment – to laugh and make the most of – why don’t you lie beside some sea. Listen to those waves talking of ages. Feel those eternal cycles of rages. And then switch rather to river side. There enter those streams – to their inside. and let the water chill your senses. There they dance those tingering senses. Don’t stop, don’t let anyone stop you. Yeah, the world is for you – only you.
But yes, mind it, there are others too. They too wanna live in a style – different from that crew. They too want to create their own story. They too want to contribute in our collective history. So live and let live. Together you cross every hill. World is inter dependent. Let everyone choose their own tent. never impose anyone, nor get imposed. Leave no door closed. Explore and enter all those hidden caves inside – yeah life is a indeed a fun ride.

paintings and article by - Mystical Wanderer 




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