The World As I See It


People see places
They see the world as rich and poor
Some see it as black, some as white
I see no line that divides.

Around the world we go
Combat cultures, savour the flow
Live the life of others
It’s nice for a day or so.

The world is no black or white
It’s no big or small
Nor despicable or frightful
It’s part artistic, part adroit.

Once you enter such a world
You leave the exit far behind
If you happen to come across a door
It’s your chance to magnify.

The Glass Door


While art imitates life and life imitates art, the beauty of life doesn’t lie in the beauty alone. Only when you can find it even in the most unattractive things in life, you know you are a true connoisseur of the art of life.

Ever looked at an open refrigerator and discovered the symbiosis between habit, lifestyle and life. There is story to tell in every shelf, a mystery unravelling in every compartment. Its like an open door departmentalizing people into who they want to be and who they truly are.

We tend to build a glass door as a facade, where the only people who can open are the ones who can see it. A protective shield, that fights all the unwanted bacteria in our lives. But once the door is shattered, it gets difficult to reframe.

How sometimes unexpectedly, not realizing the perishablity, we store certain things and let it rot within. Until one day, it spoils everything else inside and that’s how long we take to realize. At times this gives us a chance to clear everything, throw it all in the bin and start fresh. At times it just remains empty till someone else comes and fills it again.

As we wait there looking through this glass door there comes a time when we realize that all we need to do is open it and arrange it the way we like. But we need to realize that sometimes we have to let go off the stale, go out and get new things to survive.