Are my thoughts oscillating within the boundaries of the hallucinogenic realm? Guess they are, because I can picture them being much similar to the rock elm, These thoughts being spread out in an ornate fashion while defying logic, Causing a dilemma in my mind and questioning myself - whether it’s chronologic? Well, I admit that this does cause a stir of hilarious uproars in my speech, You would see me bragging a lot about ideologies which I rarely preach, But it’s cool, because I am in a happy state of mind, And all these illusions bring a sense of calmness to the chaotic kind.
For me happiness is the calmness of the sea, Or listening to the buzzing of a bee, The insects making noise at night, Resting on the beach with the sunset in sight, Feeding a hungry dog by the road Or finding a critical bug in a code, Finding a good place to sleep when I am high, Clearing the finishing line of a race after letting out a long sigh, Getting the bite of a chicken after hours of craving, Seeing my bank balance after two years of saving, Having a cigarette by the window pane late in the night, Peace offering through ice cream after a heated fight, Finding a shade on a sunny afternoon, Or just stare at flying colorful balloons, Meeting old friends after a long time, Projecting the shine of a golden dime, Getting a place to sit on a crowded train, Or a childish attempt to outrun a plane, The smell of earth when it first rains, Finding solution to a math problem after hours of racking my brains, Reuniting with known ones after getting...
How exciting does the word trip sound? Doesn't it make your still mind run around, With a chill of enthusiasm triggered inside your tired soul, A smile painting itself on that face stiff as a board, I would say that for me it's about exploring myself, giving myself space, Finding out a solution to life's most mysterious case, Which is, what is that small thing which brings you immense happiness, The thing that shatters all those shackles you have bound your happiness with, Giving myself the time to zoom out and look at the real issues, And not cry or mull over some random momentary crisis, Forget who I was pretending to be and bring out the real me in picture, Because it's the real me, who has the potential to bring the lost happiness back on track, And who has all the tricks to make the bad vibes crack.
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