Here we go. Another journey is about to begin. The same excitement, the same rush but still a familiarity of the paths that lay ahead. As I sit here in the waiting area, waiting for the gates to open, the memories of my last trip come rushing through my head. I have often described that experience as a big life changing event. There was a me before that trip and there was another me after it. Who knows what experiences await me this time around. Memories, memories are tricky, we remember what we want to, often we remember things different than the actuality of the events. I wonder if my memories are but a fairy tale, concocted by my mind, to ease the events that followed. Maybe that’s how I want things to be remembered, remember the good and forget the bad. But does it matter? Does it matter if my memories are true or false? Does it really matter?
I don’t think it matters. In this short life, why dwell on the bad. Why not remember things as you would have wanted things to go. Reality is overrated, so why not create your own fairy tale in your head. Why not live in fantasies of your own creation. Why not just remember the good parts.
I think it matter. The bad experiences are lessons taught by life. By forgetting them, you could forget the lesson and make same mistakes. Reality is not overrated, because in fantasies you’re always the winner, always the hero. The White Knight of your own stories, your own creation. Why forget what hurt you.
Contradictions, conflicting thoughts, the battle of ideas, the war between the two sides. Thus is my life and always has been, sometimes naive, living in fantasy, sometimes a realist, trying to make sense of it all. I guess I fall in the middle road because I understand the appeal of both sides. I can’t blame someone or myself for remember the fantastical version of my experiences, but I just can’t forget the reality of the events that shaped my life and the lessons learnt, my trials by fire, which moulded the person I am today.
So here’s to another adventure, another journey, a new experience, to new memories. Cheers!
So it started, with a little affection, little flirt,
Falling again, forgetting the old hurt,
Not knowing where the road leads,
Knowing the effort and dedication it needs,
So you start the journey once more,
Living in present, like never before,
The fast heart beat, the long awaited talks,
The dreams of love, and long walks,
You smile, when she smiles,
Forgetting the distance and long miles,
A connection established, a bond made,
Affection or love, eternal or bound to fade?
So began the long sleepless nights,
Full of energy, sparkles and lights,
So begins another story, a new tale,
Towards a happy ending or another fail?
A mysterious curse, a series of unfortunate events,
My complicated life, divided in different segments,
Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,
Riding on bus, journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?
I often think about them, but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,
I wonder if some will flower in grace,
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,
I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,
I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,
I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,
Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,
Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?
A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space, a passenger,
A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.
When love was in the air,
You smiled without a care,
And you were happy and gay,
You thought she was here to stay,
And the world was turning right,
When you finally held her tight,
You looked into her eyes green,
She was your princess, your queen,
The fire of love burnt hot,
And you wanted to tie the knot,
But then love was gone from air,
She betrayed you without a care,
And you were sad and cried,
You couldn’t forgive her even if you tried,
And the world stopped turning,
The fire stopped burning,
She was no princess, no queen,
Just a characterless girl in her tween,
You weren’t able to tie the knot,
You let her free bit forgot her not,
Now oxygen is in the air,
With some pollution also there,
And you are happy and gay,
You see the world and it’s shades of grey,
Your mind expands day and night,
You talk of multiverses and galaxies bright,
Thinking of all the places you’ve been,
Wondering, “what does it all mean?”,