Way

Living

I wonder how living is so important. To observe the beauty and dive into it, to acknowledge its filth and ignore it. To be a part of the free ocean. I dont know what our little lives are made up of, but it sure is incomplete. I believe, am sure that its going to be the same all life. Few fights, versions of love, confusion, guessing, laughter, boredom, pain and a series of breath. Thats why you are invited, all of you. Be intimate, intimidating, stupid, entertaining, play whatever character you want to, I dont wish to control too much. Why shall I even think of tomorrow when it doesnt really exist. I pretend too much to be scared cause I think its nice and simple to be so. Being brave gets too involving at times. What I want from any of you - knowledge, which you dont have, I want to know all your secrets which are not really secrets as you are an open book. All of us are open books, the readers too. We wait to be read not realising that our stories are the same which makes us too boring to be read. Aren't we mysterious to people who seek mystery? Yes, we are. Its not really our choice to show, the seeker is picking hints to spin his own story, to satisfy his hunger, to fill up his void. The secret is that this life never ends, we swap characters and build towards more existence, there is no separation, life and death are sisters, they sing hand in hand.

Shringi
15 - 06 – 10

Way

You really dont know when the door you are looking for is going to open. But I find it timid to knock each door I see. I would rather walk a random path irrespective of obstacles or doors. I wish to land in a land I know nothing about but be an expert which for that land is ordinary. You, you and you can hold my hand but believe me I dont know where I will take you and will sense less when your hands swap with unknown travelers.

Play your role. Make sure you are paid when the show is over. I am not in favor of taking favors. Thank you.

Shringi
June 15 2010