Being Different 

We all want to be different, hell who wants to be a copycat. I am gonna be the original dog leading the pack.  Yes, of course I want followers. It’s in our code to be unique, which we are if we look inside ourselves : literally. Why not be your own genuine self than to start copying others to become ‘different?’

  Somewhere in the crowd we too have joined in, copying this and that to remain in the ‘trend’ , forgetting something we told ourselves when we were little. 

  Losing your originality to become wanted and appear eye-catchy decomposes the whole idea of a personality and uniqueness and ends the discussion like a downpour ends a storm. 

  You are a nobody if your universe doesn’t come to lie at your feet working at your command. Be yourself and I guarantee you will be different and unique in a beautiful way you never thought existed. 

  

 

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Eventually

Everything starts new and fresh and ready to accept but slowly it all rots. Even this blog, when I began it, it was fresh and I kept it that way; I mean I kept it fresh with posts. Now it rots in a way that I have nothing to update on this blog except the fact that this blog is rotting away. If we don’t look here for whose fault, lack of ideas or my laziness or just some other reason. This blog is dying now. So the point is eventually everything dies. I mean everything. Even the biggest and most massive Suns in far off galaxies will one day become void. Life is there because of death and vice versa is also true. Well that’s a thought to cook a little further. It must have happened with a lot of people, that close brush with death when we realise we were actually alive. Whenever our heart beats so fast it actually wants to come out of our chest cavity, that’s when you are living. If you are scared, happy, sad anything. Whatever is your state, you have chosen it. So live with whatever you choose because ultimately death has chosen life and you. 

Turn a new leaf. 

Posted below is a series of three pictures. These are of plants right in my garden. I made an observation, like every new born leaf we too are born different. To put it more comprehensively, we all begin new as children but as we go along, we lose our colour and fall in line behind the others. We become like others and we let our genius and ingenuity be obscured by false notions which are not ours. 

Turn a new leaf is  an appeal to stay different and think differently.  
Turn a new leaf and stay new. Don’t follow blindly. Instead go and look for the unexplored. 
Enjoy the pictures. 

©Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

The Reason Behind Universe. 

At the back of my mind, subconsciously one question has always puzzled me, although there are many such puzzling questions firing in my neurons all the time but the one I am talking about is the trickiest one. I have a simple theory, according to my observations, everything that happens around us has a reason. From the most miniscule to the mega events, everything is governed by reason. What is the reason for universe ? Why was it ever created, and for what purpose ? I have this feeling that no one can understand the question I am seeking the answer of. It is a helplessness to live with a question weighing you down.

You may say time comes with answers to all questions, but this question demands a lifetime and no guarantee of a certain answer. To experience what I am talking about is beyond daily and usual. It is bigger and deeper than we can begin to imagine and compared to it I am nothing. Imagine such a grand scheme laid out perfectly, a master plan played out to what end and why in the first place ?

We try with our limited tools and intelligence to figure out what it is all about but we to say the least we haven’t even scratched  the surface. Time and space are just theories and in reality even what I write is just my perception.  The willingness to believe is simply your own decision. The best way to sum up all this is that everything is about choices, at least everything that is about us. The other choices were just made by themselves as the events unfolded.

There is no control of human beings over matters of planets or stars dying and comets passing. We can only hope to control nations and planets at most.

The universe, however is a bigger concept. If we consider the pattern, the universe is ruled by laws which we cannot understand yet and beings whom we have no proof of!

As a poet and as a writer , my theory is the universe has no reason, nothing ever is reasonable. It is all just theories and chains to bind your mind. If anything universe is , it is free.  It is beyond all logic, any definition or perception and in the least universal.

I have met people 

I have met people who were too conscious of themselves, too much exclusivity in their lives is impossible.  They will share, but only a portion of their lives. They will dream but with definite boundaries, and then interpret those dreams by someone else’s description.

I have met people who thought what others thought, saw others’ visions and lived a life which was only an attempt at acceptance from others.
I have met people who knew too much and spoke too little, I have met people who knew too little and spoke too much. I have met people who were oblivious to present and some who lived in the not so distant future. I have met people with different ways of thinking.
I have met people who held their belief in stones, some who held theirs in currency notes, few others who lived for votes. I have met people who were more dead than alive.

I have met people who were like little suns, shining like beacons of light but dark inside.

I have met people who never forgot a path once they traveled on it. I have met people who were so certain about the far future that they didn’t notice death standing nearby. I have met people who embraced their death smiling and some who cried.

I have met people who create life, artists who capture imaginations and dreamers who believed nothing was impossible. I have met musicians who created music so sublime that time stopped and space stood by.

I have met strangers who felt like a part of me and I a part of them. I met people who looked fine but were broken inside.

I have met people who were at peace and knew neither love nor hate. I knew people who were always angry and some who always smiled.

This world is full of multitudes of people, so go out there and be your self.

 

Cheers to life !