Would we be happier if we knew that the avidness to smile endures all our pain..
Would we feel free if we knew that the wish to let it all go finally brings us peace..
Would we be calmer if we knew that breathing was a habit..
How would we feel if we knew we could control all of them three ?
Is the name of a child who lives in our heart.
A child who still can’t speak but wants the world.
A child who misses the hugs and the smiling eyes.
A child who wonders if it will all be there when he wakes again.
We need him to be with us all the time.
To make sense of things when all reasoning fails.
The wish to see a seamless life has left us bereft of all happiness.
why can’t we call our own bluff as life didn’t promise us anything.
Its our belief and our stubbornness to reject what it deals.
work around as much as we can it still stays un-orderly .
what is life other than some crumbly bricks.
they each have a name . Some call it hope and some desire, some call it need and some a curse.
gather them you must and build a home .
Pensive in thought, aren’t we all. It comes from a deep place inside, a place incomplete and shall always be.
Have we ever thought of not fighting them thoughts but adopting them as part of our own. Thoughts however contradicting and melancholy but embraced nonetheless like happy ones.
Cause these very ones need our care and embrace . They are lonely and grim perhaps been bounced off for several days or years and awaiting acceptance .
Shall we call them in when they visit next time and welcome them.
Would we ever value happiness if it weren’t for them..
Its my world under a new sky..
In a bid to fly…