Hi everyone,
So i had just recently gone on a trek, specifically, on the Deoriatal - Chandrashila route provided on IndiaHikes. The whys and hows and details of the trek i'll put up on another blog, this post was because of something that kind of hit me while i was waiting with my cousin at a Railway station.
Now, I know that a lot of us are lucky to live in homes we can call our own and have cars that we drive or have someone else drive for us, but when i was there at the railway station, i felt really, really out of place, i mean, people do look at people sitting at railway stations, but i guess we were just dressed so differently and we were both 'unattended' females, sitting together that people gave us a second look and were like 'What did i just see?'
And i hated it, every moment of it, but then, i started thinking about it a little differently, looked at everyone and attached what if's? What if i was in their shoes right now? What if i didn't have what i do today (which i have only because of my parents)? How would the world look?
Would i be looking for the beauty of the world? or would i be looking more at survival? How to get by? How bad things could get, how cold? And i ended up writing this.
On this cold winter's moon,
I sit and watch.
The moon does not watch,
nor the sun.
There is simply me
and the clouds.
together we sit in contemplative silence.
The clouds roll by,
But i cannot.
Frozen in place,
with only my mind.
The tormentor is me,
and as i watch in silence,
my mind warps.
We say nothing,
but my mind is screaming.
Where to go,
where i can hide from my mind?
I sit here, unmoving.
Where to go,
is the question.
The moon does not care,
nor the clouds
as i ask ifs and buts,
my mind supplying images,
replacements.
I sit here, i sit still.
To move would be to shatter the illusion,
Unpleasant as it may be,
yet i cannot bring myself to move.
Through the sadness and despair
comes raging acceptance,
and with it a flood of love.
So i sit and let myself despair,
so that i may value what i have
and what i may soon lose.
Until then,
I sit in silence.
I would like to thank my parents for everything they have given me and will give me, along with their love and i wish to let them know how much i love them as well. This journey has been an eye opener for me. Are there any one you who have had a change of view after travelling? I'd love to hear about it!
So i had just recently gone on a trek, specifically, on the Deoriatal - Chandrashila route provided on IndiaHikes. The whys and hows and details of the trek i'll put up on another blog, this post was because of something that kind of hit me while i was waiting with my cousin at a Railway station.
Now, I know that a lot of us are lucky to live in homes we can call our own and have cars that we drive or have someone else drive for us, but when i was there at the railway station, i felt really, really out of place, i mean, people do look at people sitting at railway stations, but i guess we were just dressed so differently and we were both 'unattended' females, sitting together that people gave us a second look and were like 'What did i just see?'
And i hated it, every moment of it, but then, i started thinking about it a little differently, looked at everyone and attached what if's? What if i was in their shoes right now? What if i didn't have what i do today (which i have only because of my parents)? How would the world look?
Would i be looking for the beauty of the world? or would i be looking more at survival? How to get by? How bad things could get, how cold? And i ended up writing this.
On this cold winter's moon,
I sit and watch.
The moon does not watch,
nor the sun.
There is simply me
and the clouds.
together we sit in contemplative silence.
The clouds roll by,
But i cannot.
Frozen in place,
with only my mind.
The tormentor is me,
and as i watch in silence,
my mind warps.
We say nothing,
but my mind is screaming.
Where to go,
where i can hide from my mind?
I sit here, unmoving.
Where to go,
is the question.
The moon does not care,
nor the clouds
as i ask ifs and buts,
my mind supplying images,
replacements.
I sit here, i sit still.
To move would be to shatter the illusion,
Unpleasant as it may be,
yet i cannot bring myself to move.
Through the sadness and despair
comes raging acceptance,
and with it a flood of love.
So i sit and let myself despair,
so that i may value what i have
and what i may soon lose.
Until then,
I sit in silence.
I would like to thank my parents for everything they have given me and will give me, along with their love and i wish to let them know how much i love them as well. This journey has been an eye opener for me. Are there any one you who have had a change of view after travelling? I'd love to hear about it!
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