Bounce

In a dreamland

Of fairytales

There’s a little boy

That doesn’t talk too much;

Who is lost a lot

And knows it not.

Wonders he sometimes,

“It’s funny how

Every time

I ask for apples

Life gives me lemons-

too sour for my taste

So I learn how to make myself

a lemonade!

Not every time

It is so kind

Or so clear

because when I picture

roses

Life throws cacti at me

And when I am all worn out

Pierced all over by merciless spikes

It offers me a cotton candy!

So what if I wanna jump on a trampoline?

A rollercoaster is all what’s available

And when I wanna bungee jump

life throws me out of a plane instead

As I learn how to sky-dive

whether or not- I am game for it.

Can I ever be ready?

Change and challenge

often come unannounced

All I can do is prep myself

For another

misadventure.

I guess,

what I need

is not always

what I want.

or maybe this is what I truly want

-the thrill, hopefully

sans a heart ache.

Turns out life

likes a few laughs!

And I must be its favourite

guinea pig

to cuddle and catapult

Only to catch me

if I fall.”

Life looks good :)

After a shattering storm

when a flower blooms

through cracks…

Doesn’t it look pretty

peeking through

the dilapidated mess

of the bygone?

Should it then

Sob for its loss

Or rejoice at the victory?

Cry for the hardships

or celebrate its strength?

Should it be resentful

or thankful for the challenges

that made it what it is .

The mind gets to choose

its side

The soul gets to choose

its scars

The body gets to choose

its healing

Sometimes, emotions

don’t understand logic

Sometimes logic plays

numb to emotions

Sometimes even in springs

when the wounds disappear

the soul feels conflicted

nonetheless

And that is the human condition.

Life goes on, no matter what.

One’s got to play one’s part.

Be there to survive it, fight it,

endure it, deal with it, win it.

Happily or not,

is a choice.

Do your job

The best way to live-

mind your own business

because no one else will