We were a generation free of revolutions... Free of rebellion… they said.
We were born in much safer homes and had stable life as youngsters.
We had all the world's time and space,to be, whatever we wanted to be.
All it was needed to be a channel of stronger current.
Straight towards the direction. A Bulls eye.
I guess I always knew that as a child.
But instead of picking up the direction, I chose to flow to whatever place I can.
In fact I did not choose… I just flowed
I drew, I danced, I studied …a little girl
It was just living the moment without contemplating
I am not sure whether I was a happy child
But I was always confused.
My neighbor once scolded to pickup tamarind from her tree
Since that day I have never eaten a tamarind
I did not give up, but I just decided that it was not important to me
And it didn't matter and it did not.
Untill in my 20s someone offered me one little tamarind,
I said no… I could not remember why I did not like it.
But there were many things that I always liked
Bells, kites, sunshine on grass, dried leaves,
The way water looks and sounds when poured in a glass
Eyes, mirrors, candle light, starry terrace, train, bridges,
Pretty flowers, but I hated the idea of a rotting bouquet.
I liked the idea of reading books,
They felt like they had treasures in them,
When I sat to read
I was very easily distracted by sentences and words
Every sentence led me to a different thought each time
I could not control my wandering thoughts
I could never complete a single book
My strayed thoughts would never even let me write
There were too many at the same time
Crowed and foggy, meandering from the single point
Strangely cinema was different
I was lost again, but within that film space.
Yes I was always organic,
But I thought my life would be much of a straight flowing river
I became an architect.
I was certain that I will be a great one
I do not know when I lost it
The unidirectional FLOW
I was suddenly far more organic than ever.
I gazed at the breeze blowing the leaves for hrs
I did not know why everyone was running
But I knew I didn’t want to
I wanted to wander
To see, to touch, to feel
To know more
To ask more
I never believed that I did not want to be an architect
I believed I did not want to be just that
I wanted to flow not stagnate
Not flow like a free fall may be
But just creep in all the corners I can
In all directions
Just like what water naturally does
I wanted to live organically
I wanted to be a devotee, a yogi, to fight, to paint,
To travel and to design and to make
We were a generation, free of revolutions...
But there were larger conflicts the inner ones
The ones that could not be ignored
A mind that led them
A mind full of organic thoughts
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We were born in much safer homes and had stable life as youngsters.
We had all the world's time and space,to be, whatever we wanted to be.
All it was needed to be a channel of stronger current.
Straight towards the direction. A Bulls eye.
I guess I always knew that as a child.
But instead of picking up the direction, I chose to flow to whatever place I can.
In fact I did not choose… I just flowed
I drew, I danced, I studied …a little girl
It was just living the moment without contemplating
I am not sure whether I was a happy child
But I was always confused.
My neighbor once scolded to pickup tamarind from her tree
Since that day I have never eaten a tamarind
I did not give up, but I just decided that it was not important to me
And it didn't matter and it did not.
Untill in my 20s someone offered me one little tamarind,
I said no… I could not remember why I did not like it.
But there were many things that I always liked
Bells, kites, sunshine on grass, dried leaves,
The way water looks and sounds when poured in a glass
Eyes, mirrors, candle light, starry terrace, train, bridges,
Pretty flowers, but I hated the idea of a rotting bouquet.
I liked the idea of reading books,
They felt like they had treasures in them,
When I sat to read
I was very easily distracted by sentences and words
Every sentence led me to a different thought each time
I could not control my wandering thoughts
I could never complete a single book
My strayed thoughts would never even let me write
There were too many at the same time
Crowed and foggy, meandering from the single point
Strangely cinema was different
I was lost again, but within that film space.
Yes I was always organic,
But I thought my life would be much of a straight flowing river
I became an architect.
I was certain that I will be a great one
I do not know when I lost it
The unidirectional FLOW
I was suddenly far more organic than ever.
I gazed at the breeze blowing the leaves for hrs
I did not know why everyone was running
But I knew I didn’t want to
I wanted to wander
To see, to touch, to feel
To know more
To ask more
I never believed that I did not want to be an architect
I believed I did not want to be just that
I wanted to flow not stagnate
Not flow like a free fall may be
But just creep in all the corners I can
In all directions
Just like what water naturally does
I wanted to live organically
I wanted to be a devotee, a yogi, to fight, to paint,
To travel and to design and to make
We were a generation, free of revolutions...
But there were larger conflicts the inner ones
The ones that could not be ignored
A mind that led them
A mind full of organic thoughts
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