All I've got to do today is smile :)

I don't know much about life, I really don't.  If I start mentioning about the places that I've visited so far, I fear I won't even make it up to 2-digits. I don't go out much either. Not even met many people and haven't read many books. Does that makes me sad ?

May be a little, may be for a while, if I think too hard. I would love to go places, who wouldn't ? Places that I often gaze at in my atlas, traverse all those rivers, mountains, bridges and cities whose names I bone up every now and then. All those paths and routes which never make any sense when I see them on my map and all those palatable foods whose image only makes people drool. I'd give anything to meet new people every day. Talk to them, may be walk with them, share my world with theirs. Study religions, science, societies  languages, art, architecture, fiction, non-fiction and make strong my understructure.

I guess, I wish too much. Who can get all that in one life ?

But, that isn't a reason enough to stop me

Got miles to go before I even think of sleeping :)

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock, I am an island.

~ Paul Simon

One day this rock will roll and it will keep rolling until it smooths out. One day this island will be inhabited by people and others I don't know..

I'll go to places

so many that I'll lose the track

and I'll not make notes

I'll bring nothing back

will keep retentions in my head

too precious to give words

I haven't seen much, not yet

these eyes have a lot to witness

but I ain't sad

that's not my style, because

all I've got to do today is smile.

I'll meet different people

of all castes, color and creed

religions, countries, boundaries

so many barriers to limit my pace

but, I won't forget the place, the face

feelings and grace of all I already met.

I know not much about people

not yet at least, but eventually I'll

no reason to feel so bad

you see that's not my style, because

I've got to traverse so many miles.

I'll read a great deal

how much, I can't tell

dip in the fountain of knowledge

swim across noetic components

but I won't scribble down the details

devour all, skillful contrivance of answers

to problems complex and tall

I haven't encountered much

no, not yet. But I ain't sad

you see that's not my style, because

I've got to traverse so many miles.

I'll feast upon delicious, luscious

savour it all, my relish for food

will replete never, as new cuisines

are out there forever, don't think much

not a fan of tailored appetite, but

I'm no gorger but a trailblazer

picking up pieces of nature's park

my taste buds are young now

not senesced yet. But I ain't feel bad

you see that's not my style, because

all I've got to do today is smile.

As of now things are going easy

I worry, but they are entwined with hopes

and delights on the contrary

earth's a ball, within it so many balls

each have our own

I'm an alien to others in subtle ways

so much I've kept unknown, unsaid

little I know of the world outside

still, sometimes I burn in vanity and pride

emendable me, that's got to be my style

and then for eternity this face will smile  :)

What's the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile.

So, pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,

and smile, smile, smile.

~ George Asaf

 PS: I'll be less active in blogosphere. Exam time.

Will Catch up Soon. Till then.. Take Care !!

It's Time to Have a Conversation

We all have so much to say ... all bubbling inside
just beneath the surface... fluttering its wings
making different sounds... inaudible to people around
all we need is, someone... who will listen without
judging, without thinking... and saying things.

A funny thing about conversations once you start, it requires a great self-control to hit a pause button. Introverts and extroverts are well established in their societal territories and they carry on with their lives in their respective comfort zones. Actual victims are the ones, like me, who fall somewhere in between the whole personality spectrum. At times I'm babbling my tongue out making all possible sounds and gestures and then there are times when I find myself looking for nooks and corners so that I can stand in silence, pretending to seek solace and enjoying the perks being a wallflower. But, after a while my mood swings. Damn, it always does.

I'm a good listener. That's what I think of myself. I act like an absorbent, I try, taking it all inside and not leaking it along the fringes. I think I can save it all, stash it and forget it. That's what friends do and that's what I think is right. Suddenly I find myself browsing people around, looking for a kind ear, a listener. Someone who will sit parallel to me like a tamed dog, saying nothing in response but sedating effect in return. Garbage has been piling up for long, dust has been settling for far too long, maybe this attic in my head need dusting and trouncing. Guess I need to shed my leaves, like that almond tree which I see everyday, stand denuded for a while and then stack it all again.

Many conversations I've had 

in my life's parade 

I was hanging like a portrait 

on some wall, hearing all 

saying nothing

in response.

Mussitations, they say a lot 

everyday, as a junkie smoking pot

heard stories inside stories

song stuffed in a song 

saying too little

in response.

I can handle it all 

filtered well through my firewall

systems are far from perfect 

they always are

sanity breached

in response. 

I hear a shrill cry

from echelons in my head flies

cache of thoughts, floating up above

in sky, only to simmer down

plunge out 

in response.

Clutter when heaps up 

it needs a dump

disclosure is all I seek 

for a closure

saying out loud 

in response. 

“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.'
'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.”
― Jane Austen
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