Floating

Well, its been a week of relative relatives he he !!

Seriously sometimes I think, I am spoilt. Living in my own island of thoughts and dreams where everything is perfect with all the imperfections that I get used to.

When additional souls are placed in that island, the perfection – imperfection balance sometimes swings and then it is no longer your own island…

The original soul is then forced to adapt and then that soul is no longer genuine colored by the other inhabitants’ form of expression. Subconsciously or consciously the soul does get painted in colors other than its own.. thus losing its identity and becoming something which the soul actually did not plan to.

I think that when we that is me and my partner are happy with the decisions and the mistakes that we have made and will make. Its all a process of learning and exploring our mutual and individual purpose in life.

It does hit a trigger of that tiny ball of insecurity and fear which is there in all of us, when souls who have no idea of where we have been progressing through and make snap judgments of how we have lived our life and where we are going.

Even with the new generation, it is good to allow them to make their own mistakes. Guidance is needed. But if the new kids think they know best since they have so much more awareness than us, then they should go ahead and experience this.

But enough of this rambling.

Am okay to be me and am content in me and us.. and nothing anyone says will disturb that.. it will create ripples but it will settle down again.

On a different Note :

An  Englisss poem fwd sent by Rocks.. LOL

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling’s life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool’s heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self – “Bannerjee be brave”

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele ”

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!!

Well have a good day.. I have a tiny headache… thinking of living on warm green tea..

I leave you with Evanescence – Bring me to life..