Woe is to the Mime

The Mime is stuck in his box,

Someone locked him in.

He can’t get out,

Someone hear his shout!

The Mime is stuck with no escape,

He is tied by his principles.

He can barely say a word,

For the first time, he wants to be heard.

People walk by, smiling at his charade,

They leave change in his hat.

They think he is doing a good job,

But critical of his makeup, it’s not hiding his sob.

Fool! You are on open ground,

Only in your mind, you are bound.

But the pressure, oh the pressure!

Could break you into pieces you couldn’t measure.

Mime, get out of the box!

Make your own key,

Open the latch with a crowbar, if you must!

Only you can set yourself free! 

On Creation

I came across this post on #9Gag, that spoke about the universe being a single atom, the sun its nucleus, the planets its electrons and neutrons and we are all sub atomic particles. It ended with "as above so below, right?"

Although this theory is scientifically incorrect, given there are a hundred million stars, and more galaxies. It really messes with your brain. When you think your city is big, think about how tiny this planet is. 

I have this rather annoying habit of being lost in thoughts of the universe in its grandest form. And I float in my head, just like a stray planet. With no particular meaning or aim, but still existing anyway. These thoughts do nothing but screw around with your thought process. You start feeling insignificant and you really wonder what your purpose is. 

When your ego inflates to a point where you can start floating like Aunt Marge in Harry Potter, remember, the Universe does not really care. It's too big for that. That ought to do the trick, it's like a pin to your balloon. These thoughts are terrifying, they really make you ponder why you're even alive. 

There are people in my neighborhood that do not know of me! Forget the city, state, country, continent and planet. How am I to make a dent in the Universe if the Universe itself is just a single part of the multiverse? 

Long story short, we are all too insignificant to really make an impact.

And just when I feel as pointless as the first loaf of bread, I remember. 

There is a whole universe inside me, every organ is made up of tissues, which in turn is a cell and that gets further divided into tinier things I do not know of. So what if, those things started thinking they were pointless and they stopped working? I would stop working too. 

That's how I make myself feel better. 

We make our own Universes, we can include whatever we like and let the rest happen. Ours can be as widespread and grand as we please, or as small and compact as we like. And in our Universe, we make differences, 

We let the good energies flow in and let the bad ones get out. Like the big one, ours too is always expanding. But it is up to us to make it starry and wondrous with happiness and love or to make it bleak and dim with toxic worry and hatred. 

And once our Universes have been impacted, maybe just like the body, the larger picture too feels the ripples of the impact.

After all, as above so below, right?

On Everything

Everything is a big word,
Every thing is two small words,
Everything starts at nothing,
Goes on to something,
Stretches to eternity.

Everything can be all the stars in the universe,
Everything can be in confined to four walled rooms,
Everything can be what you are to me,
Everything can be unanimous,
Everything is magnanimous.

Everything hides in plain sight,
Everything is darkness is daylight,
Everything is limitless.
Everything is boundless.
Everything is infinite.

She

She sat on the edge,
Cigarette butt clenched in her knuckle,
She doesn't have to light it,
Just her introspection,
Made her insides blaze

The aftertaste isn't the best sundae,
It tastes like failure to her,
But she also tasted the thrill,
She felt the adrenaline course through.

Chaotic music gives her peace,
That's her, finding the storm,
Getting to the eye of it,
That was her ivory tower.

Exhilaration was what she chased after,
The thrill kept her running,
As the sandman slowly neared,
She shed a single tear.

Treadmarks, Skid lines

In this road that stretches on to eternity,
We are all, but, commuters.
Some have it good in a big car,
Others have it bad, skin against the tar.

They will judge you,
The sun will beat down on you,
You are not going to have it easy,
But then there is always company.

Some are with you from the beginning,
Others you pick up along the way,
Some are just hitch hikers,
You will know the ones that are here to stay.

I guess by the end of it,
You've seen what you wanted to see,
You've felt what you wanted to feel,
You are as alive as you will ever be.

And when you hit the breaks,
You can put on your best smile,
And declare,
This! Has indeed been the finest hour!

Justified paradox

Claustrophobia in an open ground,

Scream out loud without a sound, 

Thoughts reverberate the heart, 

Emotions ripping and tearing apart,

This silence is numbing,

Strong walls are crumbling, 

Keep your smiling face,

The pseudo-joy is all a daze,

Bottomless pit of confusion,

The soul's bracing for the explosion.

The storm is bound to lapse,

It'll warp in itself as it contracts,

The wreckage is going to clear,

The light at the end is near,

Stay strong, 

Don't be afraid to be wrong.

You're a brave Eagle, 

You're a lion, strong and regal.

You're a fox, quick on the feet,

You're human, not willing to accept defeat.

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Don't mind this insanely cool lion looking at you. Picture Courtesy: #Pinterest

Thunderstorm

The rumbling thunder whispers,

Making the howling cats to disperse, 

The doors and windows shiver in reply,

The dogs run around, awry.

The lightning whips,

The rain drips,

A drop after the other,

Like a child following its mother.

The mosquitoes swarm in for shelter,

The mosquito bats, wave helter-skelter, 

Oh by Odin's beard! 

Why is a thunderstorm so feared?

Many like I,

Enjoy the chaos in the sky, 

The beauty of damage, 

The riot, the destruction, the ravage!

Would you want to be stuck in a thunderstorm like this?