Waiting to Live.. Or Living to Die??

Tapping your feet in and out of the world, from dawn to dusk. Waiting for the night to sink into the pillow and longing for the dawn to smell the freshness of the cool breeze. Everything away from this is like words spoken in loneliness, lost in time. So why do something that gives work but not pleasure? That gives money but not satisfaction and that gives a fake smile, in a Reassurances to the self!

The days's work on autopilot becomes life's fantasy. Of numbers and figures and conversations that have to make sense experiencing pocket-sized euphoric explosions within, on every day's end. More like a few hours of rest on a seemingly endless journey.

Amazing how many dreams and aspirations are conjured by a boiling pot of boredom. A hopeless romantic cannot be bound by rules, just like a dreamer who can't be slaved by authority, benchmarks, people and places.

I am..

A traveller who believes in encompassing the world, in tasting new wine and hugging new souls, and making love while the world toils. Becomes a part of traditions that have remained unchanged for centuries and lazes on shores bathing for an eternity.

The earthy bed on my back and the sky in my gaze, audience to heards of wilderbeasts making a voyage through vast grasslands.

Some find passion in music, some live in numbers, few swear by adventure, I breath freedom... of the senses, of the body, of the soul.

Often do I have these out of the body experiences that take me to places and realms unknown, whenever I wish to take my being out of a sentence. Bound in ink like words in a book, countless pages scribbled with a plan.

I hate Plans. Life without a plan too has a purpose.

Plans lack excitement, the adrenalin that goes with it and the malleability of change. What I believe in, is a journey that begins in the dreams, qualifies into reality and makes many destinations along the way. In which you discover new strengths, cherish overcoming weaknesses, acquire new habits and indulge in harmless sins.

I too crave for my place in the sun and history, raking in millions in the process(definitely tongue-in-cheek). But giving me a plan would be like offering apples made of gold to a hungry man.

Life doesn't need to make sense where sense is not required. A paddle-less bike ride on a steep hill would always recieve a thumbs-down from the sane.

What is a life lived in complete sanity anyways? Like taking tiny-tots to an art exhibition of black & white. Both would be so so very dumb!

What I need is a simmering hot cup of coffee at 3 in the morning on a freezing mountain top or a chilled beer on a sand dune in the desert. And all this in the company of a dear friend makes life the adventure it should be and the joy it is meant to be.

Many a times I act on impulse but end up putting my call of excitement on hold..

Not this time.!!! :)