Winter Setting

Once in a while
a rarity is presented.
A winter's day so still.
It almost seems enchanted.

No movement whatsoever.
Not a bird. Not a leaf of any tree.
The sun quietly shines while the winds rest;
letting not a hint of breeze free.

But the world moves on, unheard;
leaving no sign; no trace.
With everything so still;
only my thoughts race.

Four Wheel Drive

Four wheel drive is the best thing to happen to mobility. It is!

It's good enough having all feet firmly on the ground they say; but isn't it better if one wheel can get the other wheel's power when it needs it the most? Doesn't matter if it's needed up front or at the back; the point is to get out of trouble without having a reason to panic. That means everything when the drive is all that matters. You can safely depend on any one wheel to get the other three out of trouble.

No one likes a rickshaw. It's okay if you have to commute a short distance, but you wouldn't wanna spend time in one nor have one yourself. The three-wheeled contraption it is - unstable when things get winding and a sudden stop can lead to one or more adverse situations in a hurry. No one likes a third wheel; not for too long anyway.

Four wheel drive is an awesome feeling. The sharing and caring in the mix is something worth experiencing; worth having more than anything else. Everyone wants to have something like that sometime in their life. The feeling of independence experienced when all four are in it together makes even the most daunting journeys seem more than worthwhile. Every trip is an experience. Besides, you can always switch to two wheel drive when things are calm and let the front wheels and the rear wheels be themselves. The trick is being apart together and then coming together at the touch of a button. Nothing beats that!

Reason being..

They say everything happens for a reason.. Yeah, I believe that. What sense would life make otherwise? The root of every being's existence lies in it's reason to exist, doesn't it?

In matters considered personal; where is reason half the time. Not everything has its reason stemming from what is practical, what must be done. There is reason in nonsensical humor and craved company. Not because you want it or need it but just because, at that point of time, it feels right. Not everything has to make sense.

And whatever happened to falling in love, overcoming come what may and love at first sight? Has the world become so practical minded that one must think before feeling? I'm sorry, but I find that impossible to even believe possible. It used to be said that "love is all you need" but now people are saying that "hugs don't pay the bills"..

Go on, spend you life being practical. Work hard. Pay the bills. Have a robotic relationship.

While everyone out there is on the lookout for someone with a firm footing to make into their soon-to-be better half; someone out there will see me, me anxiously waiting for their hand to hold so I can then climb and get a foothold. Not everything works the same way. I'll do what I have to do; work hard and prepare for the bills. Then we can run away and have what we wanted!

Fishing

There comes a time in one's life sometimes where everything just seems like it's come to a standstill.

It seems like there is little hope except to carry on doing what you're doing while keeping an eye open for any opportunity that may show itself. So there you are, climbing that mountain with one hand holding on tightly to the fishing rod that's cast into the lake below, just in case you feel a tug. And then the day bids farewell and the moon creeps out into the darkening skyline. Rest, some much needed stillness is what it brings about. No shut-eye talk here, there's none of that; you're too mentally active to do something as dormant as sleep. Yes, it's essential, but one side of your brain and you heart beg to differ.

It's at times like these that your mind wanders and makes you relive old memories and create future scenarios in your mind all at once. Those moments make you realise things about yourself. These things may not seem useful at all, but they can be quite eye-opening. You wonder why you hold onto one person so dearly in your heart and that one job opportunity that you stuck you everything into. Not  just a foot in the door, but the barge in - lock door - swallow key routine that Thomas the cat has so often demonstrated. Of course, it doesn't always lead you to the point you want to be at; more often than not, you're left looking for something to break the door down and get the hell out. The key usually lies within you; that was scarily literal in Tom's case! You have four limbs - stick them in different doors and wait for a pull on one of them. If you like the place, stay; else you're gonna have to break the three other doors down just to find what you're looking for. But then there is a lesson, as always, and that is life telling you to not put all your eggs in one basket. It may be an age-old cliché but not many take heed to them now do they. 

And that's when you find yourself climbing up this mountain of a life, while still fishing from the lake you grow so fondly accustomed to.

The Castle of Life

The knight rode on astride his steed
glistening in the moonlight
Through forests and valleys he rode on through
towards the castle visible in distant sight

His helmet was heavy, his chain mail too
And though he kept them on, his sword wasn't drawn
Steadily he rode on to the distant castle
riding all night till the break of dawn

He was drawn to the castle, not unlike magic
twas a place in which he never imagined to be
Knowing deep inside, the journey was worth
His ending would be happy; his soul, free

On approaching the castle he saw a moat
with waters clear and nothing concealed
He circled the massive structure around
until a small window his princess revealed

He caught her eye and their eyes met
for just a brief second till she looked away
He was mesmerised, in trouble; he knew it!
Her thoughts would now rule his every day

A drawbridge of glass lay carelessly retracted
His dreams and eternal happiness were at stake
On through he knew he needed to further venture
if only his princess would wish to partake

Under the moon and with howls from the darkness
Silently, around the castle he rode that night
Ne'er stopping for one breath, lest he should
be forced to give up what he felt his right

For until then, he had ridden alone
He knew not truth, and swore this would stop
His belief was all he had, and hope
that the princess would once more the drawbridge drop

Automatic Thoughts

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Draw

Somethings you expect to stay for a while; you expect them to always be there. Then suddenly, you enter solitude, if only for a brief period, and you see all the things that matter. And then, without any possible warning or substantial explanation, it all changes. Your deepest dreams are all that remain, and your close company. People, things and beliefs are wiped off in a matter of minutes. No, this is no clean slate, but it helps to know that you can erase some things. The marks remain, and you don't have time go get a soaked rag to really clean that slate, not now. You have too much to draw. Put your heart in it. Everything will flow as you draw. That's what it's about.