A cliched thought...

Everyday i pass through the same roads to get to work. Some days when i am not too occupied with the monotony of life, i try to look or rather observe the world around me as i pass by these paths, en route to work. There is one particular stretch of road which has these little hutments created with scraps of plywood, sheets of plastic ,tin and whatever material available. Though it might appear unworthy of being termed a house, it indeed is a home for many. The street urchins seemingly belonging to this neighborhood are always up to something, as if whatever their minds are construing at the moment, would somehow change their world and fate forever. What amazes me about these urchins is the look of unfazed contentment on their faces. It appears as if they are miles away from the touch of any apathy or misfortune. Try as one may, to search for a trace of resentment, unhappiness within them, their faces and spirit seem to betray the reality. Deprived of things which we cannot even imagine living without, and still facing the day with an optimistic stride, is probably what sets them apart, irrespective of their current state in life.

Looking at them always reminds me of the cliche "Happiness is a state of mind". Each one of us undoubtedly must have heard this phrase a thousand times over, read about it or passed it on to somebody, wrapped as a mere piece of advice. However, the point to note is, when it actually comes to living the phrase, are we even infinitesimally close to it? The lesser privileged somehow seem to understand the significance and value of this cliche more than the affluent or the ordinary. We all seem to live in a rat race. Nobody in particular seems to know where we are heading, nor does anybody seem to care, however, each one of us surely does want to outnumber the rest in this race to nowhere. We might have the world at our feet, however, even without realizing it, we might just step on it and move on. Still grumbling, still resenting, what we do not possess yet, all the while what we have thrown away ourselves. We seem to have become too immune to the epiphanies of life to be able to pause for a moment and make a shift in our perspectives. But life has a way of adding that deliberate pause, by a whip or by a splash. The question that remains for us to ponder over is, are we ready to pay the price after all, to learn the most expensive lesson, the hard way?

Suppositions

if you were to be a book,
     i would read you through and through,
you could be the start, the end,
     and i the chapters filling through

if you were to be a cloud,
     i would wait for you to pour,
you could be the summer shower,
     and drench me in your downpour

if you were to be a song,
     i would be your rhythmic tune,
you could be the words, the soul,
     and i the gentle melody

if you were to be the night,
     i would be the dawn, the dusk,
sunrise, sunset, with crimson hues,
     would find me blending into you

if you were to be the wind,
     i would be the blade of grass,
the world would see your gentle stride,
     as with every touch you would make me sway

if you were to be a picture,
     i would be the memory,
you could be the now, the then,
     and i the arch, the binding link

pitter patter.....once again

pitter patter pitter patter little drops of rain....
Somehow this nursery rhyme seems to have gotten into my head and i have been repeating this for quite some time now..in my mind of course. But then i cannot gather the reason behind this. The only plausible explanation is the rain here that seems to have reminded me of this sweet little rhyme..or maybe it was something else..well, i guess it doesn't matter...all that matters is that i happen to be enjoying the pittering and pattering of this rhyme within my mind :-)