Being simple

They appreciate simplicity I know
but the exterior one
or maybe I am not that simple
coz simple means
with social norms - being one
And when have I paid heed to society
to it's structures?
So then it is decided,
I am not simple.
And am I not trying to fit in,
To confirm with the same architecture?
'Aye, No sir. I believe
in getting recognized
to my own eyes first.'

And to me,
removing all my layers
to my naked most self
chiseling that spirit
with every breath
losing my entity
in the embrace of nature
gaining existence
in silent nature
is all that matters.
To me,
living to the fullest
is all that matters
with all my heart
with all my soul
I live
and I love to live
with all it's complexities
with all it's contradictions
I accept that I's learning
And I love
the elemental juggling.
For it is too simple
to be simple
and confirm with all
it is unique I guess
to design your own fall
or maybe it's the other way round
For me it is impossible
to play a game
with others' rules
on other's ground
Till the time
I don't feel welcome
I don't feel
simply home.
But then,
there are norms
there are dictions
and code of conduct
many fictions
But I write my own story
a beautiful history
where I choose my reactions
where I live all actions
and it is more simpler this way
to live all all emotions
to my fullest way
and that is what
makes it complex
the way.
From the norm of 'being simple'
that is what
takes me away.



Written by - Mystical Wanderer