Beginning( of a kind)

Somewhere between commitment and sheer laziness lies life.

Epigrams seem to fit perfectly into this world, which sees itself as isolated; with isolated people in their lonely bubbles of colourful (or colourless) happy existence. 

And then came life, tumbling along

pricking those thoughtless bubbles

of ignorance, with one of those ideals,

we all seem to cling to:

Experience

Sometimes, it comes easy. Sometimes, it does not come at all.

At all times, it needs a creation- with or without creators.

dabe paon aati hai zindagi,

tehelti hui, jaise, sair kar rahi ho,

jaise woh pehli os ki boond,

kore kagaz pe ik laute shabd ki tarha

Before philosophy becomes the reigning quality of these impressions:

Consider this as one more chapter, perhaps a passing phrase to be paused at. A passing fancy, a permanent movement

© Geetakshi Arora, April 23, 2013