Where is my passion?

It's called being fond of it, a particular liking towards something, one you could get up for at any hour of the day and do, also nicknamed passion.. Have you found yours? What does it say to you? How do you behave with it? Or are you still finding it? I ask myself these questions, because I haven't found mine, yeah that passion.. What could I poasibly get up and want to do at 3am? Oh yeah there was tennis, but life smashed the racket on me.. It's great not finding your passion, it's magnificent knowing morning in life, but it's also good to do what you like doing, and if you love it. Hey there's your passion! There's a reason why we all don't know what we want to achieve in life, it's the same question. Where's my passion? Don't try to hard to find it, it will come to you someday, and If it doesn't, do whatever you feel like, just like you were before reading this piece today.. 

Just be..

Time and tide, they waited for no man, but ironic that we do right? We wait for that tide when we sit by the sea, and for a time that would bring in that wave of glee.. Crazy is the mind, the mind is everywhere, everywhere you see people, people are crazy, so not rare.. The early morning face and the face before you sleep, do you see a difference between them? They speak about your day that's been dirty or neat.. Some fake that face, some genuinely smile, some cry without any reason, some feel misery is by their side.. Reality, are you afraid of it? Don't be, it makes you who you are.. Face the downfall, face the downpour, stand in that rain, drench it out like never before.. Cry and laugh everyday, you can't be static all your life, be like the night and day.. Just be.. 

I'm a liar.

Script in front, the camera behind, this life of action, short lived and how.. How you masquerade from yourself to another, you have so many people inside you, doesn't it bother?.. Astonishing acts, some bitter, some butter, some sweet, some neat.. Like an owl one has to feel the space around, think 360, cry and laugh out loud.. But I'm cheating you, and I get paid for it, but I also try to be myself, that's where you like me in it.. An actor does what he has to, and he takes you into a world that never exists, and you live the life that you saw through.. The cup of lemon tea lies untouched, insee the vapours rising up, rising up.. As I put that mask on and leave for a take, il brb, to who I am, till then, I'm liar, being real while I fake ;) 

Be that crazy ball.

Key chains lie, some funky some fly, wires hanging, like the shaheed and patriotism singing.. Mohabaat echoing out loud, can you feel it, can you feel it? They don't want to come back, let them not, love never dies, take it along to your heaven or hell, like that tight knot.. Spunge yourself in flavour, life's glittering with a lot outside, cherish what happened, and what happened had to happen.. It's a cycle, life's the bigger subject, it's the breathing cycle, sometimes you have to choke and sometimes you have to breathe.. Yoga may teach you a lot, so would art of living, but what's the point when learning is something you've given up? One life, many reasons to fall, and many more reasons to give up, but hey take it easy, No pressure should build up.. Breathe, that's all, don't be your own tar, one fucking life, be a crazy ball.. Fly. 

Key.

Bloom goes the flower, boom goes the stoner, vroom goes the vehicle, tune goes the music.. What's on your mind? There's so much, there can't be nothing on your mind, that's a lie, a holy lie.. Shout now, build up, blow up, puke.. Be the water boiling and flow out when you can't take it anymore, and each time you do take it out, fill again because this cycle is what keeps you knocking at the door.. The door to sanity, where inanity also has to prevail, but it can watch you blow, and be a friend behind your tail.. Slap yourself if you want, don't slap another, or blood would greet your top.. Bloom like that flower, boom like a stoner and break the chains of constant, fuck constant, fuck it hard.. Motion, it's all about motion, body motion, loose motion, booty motion, hand, leg, eye, and it all.. Move, just move, be the key.. 

You're colour.

Rainbow sky, and those secrets, dark clouds hovering, and about to vomit that rain.. You're just like that cloud, clear and dark, brimming with emotion and empty like that field of grass.. Spit out the emotion, be the rain and fall, you droplet so majestic, let the floor feel you now.. Don't find shelter in darkness, and not even the light, let there be imperfections aplenty, just breathe, you'll find some respite.. It's a short life, that midget gets insecure, don't do what you're meant to, do what you want to somehow.. They will come and they will go, you stay forever, you're gold, you're gold.. Even if you're standing alone under that dark cloud, you're not alone, not alone.. That day I read her eyes, they showed me myself and more, that one image got me trembling and helpless, and then she blinked and we walked off, but the roads were different.. On that road you will only bump into you, greet yourself, smile and catch your hand.. Have yourself boy and girl, because they never stay, and life suddenly feels grey.. But hey there's color  lying somewhere, you just need to get up, stare and pick it up and throw it all out in the sky, REMEMEBER you're holi, masquerade yourself with color, and the world will smile.. 

She, the only chapter.

The marble floor shining like it does, the ceiling glaring down as he lay flat on his bed, both trying to find out the face behind the mask, but he gets up, those eyes, they're red.. Red with love, red with lov, red with lo, red with I.. Red .. Just red! Walking out of the door, that mask back on him, covered in that helmet, scorching the streets loud, he rides through those holes where she stood like that smiling cloud.. Stop and start, and start and stop, the order of his life, where is that knife? He finished that day, came home to face the ceiling and the marble, they saw him pull out something from his chest suddenly, that knife that killed him slowly, but it's stuck, it's stuck.. It's going back in, it wants to stay there, that ache won't ever go, it won't ever go.. An incomplete chapter with her, he feeds himself those memories, her face embedded deeper than your wound, she heals him and kills him at the same time.. That night he didn't blink at all, and the ceiling spoke to him, that lump in the throat, the ceiling cracked and a droplet fell.. It was rain trying to wipe awaken that face, but even the rain couldn't make him blink, he lay there both ceiling and marble trying to find out the face behind the mask.. Today morning he left, and that knife placed well inside, bleeding little by little, he hopes to survive.. He hopes to survive.. Scorching the streets again, he stops and stares where she stood that day, he can't see her, but he can see her.. He's changed, changed for the good, he never read a single line ever, but he read that chapter named after her, and saw life and love smile and tatter, smile and tatter.. She..