There is a child in everyone…

I gently unleash my thoughts to come in their natural turbulent form , unbarred and flowing in every possible direction. They hit each other and they keep colliding until they present me a new exploration. The process is bewildering yet musing. I stay silent , calm yet observant. And , the exploration brought to me up , today , says…

“There is a child in everyone.”

Interacting with people from all races, all kinds ,all sorts of mindsets , day and night for work or on a personal account , its this random yet evident stage that I reach each time, meeting the child that they reluctantly hide inside . Now , when I say  a “Child” , I emphasize on a  number of attributes .

I met people who clung to their desires as children cling to the sweets of their choice , hungry for them , even if they are stomach full . Those are desires that ignite out of not being satisfied even if you already have what is required. I’ve seen hunger for growth , for wealth , for reputation and talking positively its actually this hunger that eventually drives them closer to their desires.

I met people who nastily hid their grey areas just as a child hides his favorite toy ,on been asked for it and then have seen them even gently handing it over on successfully tantalizing their soft corner . I realize that anger was just a shield  to hide the utter insecurity.

I saw people being introvert and quiet at first and then talkative and extrovert all over , just like a child who is called to meet a new guest.

to be continued…


Chance !!!

I could take the chance of struggling in the heat,
or lay peacefully in my room .

I could take the chance of learning a new venture,
or be safe in my comfort zone.

I could take the chance of speaking my point out ,
or let it puzzle my mind for long.

I could take the chance of doing what I like,
or accepting what life enforced.

I could take the chance of being who am I ,
or masquerade still for the world.

I could take the chance to live by my choices,
or succumb to what I am asked to.

I could take the chance of flying free and facing the odds,
or live cosily in that golden cage.

I could take the chance of letting my soul breathe,
or wait until my existence ends.

I could take the chance of pushing my limits up ,
or live happily with what I think I’m endowed with.

I could take the chance and meet a new face ,
or snuggle my emotions up in protection.

I could take the chance to travel and scream out of joy ,
or be dreaming of that in my nutshell.

I could take the chance of being the wrong yet me,
or fake out and be right.

I could take the chance of doing all this and resonate my happiness with smiles around,
or keep wondering ,”I wish ,I had”.

I could take the chance of living this life up
or wait for yet another one in fear of judgement.

And lastly I could take the chance of penning all this down,
or let these thoughts bewilder my mind.

For life is not about the chances we were given , it’s about the chances we didn’t take…