One cold dark night
I looked at the sky.
I drove to meet him so distant so far.
He was so shy and tried to hide.
But I wasn't giving up
And I stayed up the whole night
Half past 12 when long green tentacles
shined and picked me up
and cradled me the whole night.
Seeking security and perfection in all
Sending good vibes to whoever falls
Submerging in the feeling of being whole and complete
Surrender to the situation so no one can beat.
Are we automated? Are we true?
How will we handle if interruption brews?
We kill the moments by controlling our inside.
Setting ourselves for failure, besides.
Surprises might come in different sizes and shapes,
Spellbound, you might be, seeing problems in heroes' capes
Suffocated by events not under your control.
Saddened deeply, it's time to explore
A broken heart is where the light passes through
with a rumbling stomach, real awakening stews
vengeance in veins rediscovers the real YOU
Over the years, how much you grew.
Don't mend the broken heart; let the stomach rumble
wait until and unless everything falls and crumbles.
Then comes the time to walk the spiritual road.
You are awakened and not in auto mode.
The art of staying dry in the middle of a rain
swamped in dirt and not touched by stain
when things fall apart, or they come together
There comes a point when nothing really matters.
Healing comes only if you make enough rooms
one room for grief, and another to bloom
One made for misery, another for tremendous joy
Don't take it seriously, as life is a playful decoy.
