Fire

It seems so easy to give up ,so easy to buckle under the tension,so easy to crow down ,so easy to roll over and die ..... but it isn't as easy ,when u have a voice in your head calling u a coward for not having the strength to fight the tide .... it calls out ,to the last left ounce of self-respect in u ,to stand up –to be brave- to be yourself – to c the full strength of what u r able to achieve but lack the vision to see ,to understand ....
U r born with the ability to face anything that fate and God combined throw at u .... as a kid ,even putting your hand into fire would be just a new experience .... once u burn it though, u just get wary and next time around u devise a clever work-around to to probe into the fire without harming yourself .... but the desire to get closer to the fire ,to see, what makes it ‘tick’ , never dies out ... but as u grow older u wonder y question what u don't understand,just let it be ,y burn your hands ,does it really matter in the great schema of things if u find out y fire ‘burns’ ? does it matter when u have to put food on the table ?does it matter when u have to be responsible to others? Does it matter when u r trying to get ahead in that rat race ?
Do u ever look up at the sky when the sun sets ,trying to burn up the whole sky ? putting on the best show yet as it is drowning into sure death ! do u think of the brilliance of the riot of colors spread across the sky or does it just remind u that time is running out ..... y the defeated attitude ? y the feeling that life is slipping through your fingers and that u r not able to do anything about it ? y cant u listen to your voice –to your soul- y don't u get up?y don't u look around and realise the beauty that the world holds for u ? y don't u stand up and be a man! Y does another’s action inspire u only to die a premature death ? who but u can keep the fire within u going ?
Y give up ? don't die yet,put on your best face and put on the show that makes life seem more valuable than 50 years of study ,work and family ... do something that stands out as that beautiful pink streak across the sky when u look and realise that the sunset is indeed beautiful and can still take your breath away ....

3 comments:

Anonymous October 1, 2007 at 10:03 AM  

And Y are U using mono-syllables, most inappropriate in this sort of rambling. Are you being touched by the “finger” of modernization .tzch tzch …where did the butter-flies go, I wonder, as I watch the beautiful sunset and the pink ribbon, oops, its cotton candy… ;)

Anonymous October 1, 2007 at 11:40 AM  

I tht u wer bac!? arnt u?

Prashanth October 6, 2007 at 10:02 AM  

Maybe now that Myths is in India, she started SMS-ing again... texting is more expensive than talking in the US :)

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