Run Away to Heaven

Run away to heaven

leave everything behind

even the things that made you happy,

because it will all weigh you down.

Run away to heaven.

The trek is only so long.

So be patient as you sprint

and take deep breathes

as you sprint along.

 

But I’m running to my grave.

I don’t know at which age I’ll reach it.

It worries me that I’ll make mistakes,

even as I divorce the world.

If I’m running to my grave,

which is in all directions,

whichever I face, does it make a difference-

whatever decision I make?

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A world through beauty

It’s because you aren’t perfect and you cry because you know it

But then when they tell you you’re beautiful enough times

you start to believe it..

and then you see it.

And seeing your own beauty is like gazing into another world. Because your view of the world changes when you see it through your beauty. A beauty that you believe in.

and thus you believe in the world that you now tread in.

and happily live in it because you are now in it.

 

 

New year

Let the sadness pass
Allow His light to enlighten
Don’t resent the present
Cultivate what your hands
were meant to create
So that remorse can be forgotten
And a new course can be trodden
For a wholesome future
Ever smitten with hope and treasure

King of Fools gold

A king with all of the wealth in the world

All of the power and might

But with empty seats at his meeting table

No servants grooming  his silk horses at the stables

All chefs have left the kitchens and butchery 

Imperial carpets are void of eyes in awe

Jewels lay incased with keys in their locks

No threat of skinny pickpocket in fingers 

Nor mastermind thieves loitering by the tall pillars

The king pleads.. Oh assassin, just pick me!

And his voice echoes back, in the same high note of desperation, growing ever faint into the wallowing air. 

He has the prestige and gems, but an empty heir. 

The assassin is not  interested in the arrogant ruler of fools gold.

Keep living 

Let yourself cry

Stop saying you are weak

Stop saying you are strong 

Because if you break, 

You’ll deflect ur self to weakness 

And if you shake the world

You’ll grow into delusional arrogance 

You are neither weak nor strong

You are human and have one job 

That is to keep living

Whether you fall 

And hurt

Or rise high and 

Become a star

Good things and bad things 

Will always race to get you

“An Essay on Criticism”- Alexander Pope

“A little learning is a dangerous thing;

drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:

there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,

and drinking largely sobers us again.”

 

This is a segment from Alexander Pope’s couplet An Essay on Criticism, from the 18th century.  He wrote this when he was just 23!

When you learn a little, you become amazed by discovering what it is to see.  As if the token of seeing is all you need.  When you get lost at sea, surrounded by all hues of blue, you realize- that truly, you don’t know, and only see as far as the sea surrounds you.   It humbles you because you experience how much bigger it is than you.

when you see it from afar, off the coast on a beach, the joy at shore makes you think that this- this is galore, this is magnificence, all-while still remaining in your little world.

Not until you drift through and- by God’s grace, great waves swallow you and leave your short-sight at bay; you rely on none but your heart to bare what’s manifest before you.   because it’s too vast for your eyes to concur.