As usual, the i-pod on, I was in a blissful zen like state where everything was nice and easy. I thought to myself that I was a bundle of contradictions. I am a complete sucker for all kinds of mushy, mellow songs, movies, books etc. and at the same time in my personal life, I am anything but mushy. I desist from physical expression of emotions. Not much of a huggy person either, unless I really really mean it I couldn't even think about embracing someone. Find it hard to hold the hands of my kids as well, don't do so unless I'm crossing the street with them.
There are a zillion conversations that happen with me and I wonder if there was some way to capture all the din inside. Some kind of a pensieve (like in the harry potter books), where I could go back and sift through thoughts at various stages.
Walk in the crowd
Some days are beautiful, just like that.
I feel alive as I weave in and out of a thousand footsteps.
My soul flits as lightly as a bird between branches.
As I sing my favorite songs in my head.
The sunset never looked more vibrant
Than it did now through the graying smog.
I see the mild moon waiting in the wings for her cue.
I hear the cackle of a hundred birds
As they call over the din of the maddening blare
Flying home to their nests to snuggle closely with their mates.
I think of my children and see their smiling faces
As I walk through the crowd.
I hear their laughter and can’t wait to play with them
I feel alive as I weave in and out of a thousand footsteps.
My soul flits as lightly as a bird between branches.
As I sing my favorite songs in my head.
The sunset never looked more vibrant
Than it did now through the graying smog.
I see the mild moon waiting in the wings for her cue.
I hear the cackle of a hundred birds
As they call over the din of the maddening blare
Flying home to their nests to snuggle closely with their mates.
I think of my children and see their smiling faces
As I walk through the crowd.
I hear their laughter and can’t wait to play with them
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