In those days when I have been shaken up

I have yet been strong enough to believe

That yesterday's experiences were a lesson for

What unfolds thereafter.

Much have I thought, cherished and believed that those moments

That I have lived are a luxury that I have indulged in far more than

I deserve.

When I look at that seamier side of life, in its many hues it baffles me, perplexes me

And raises some storms in those otherwise placid interiors.

And I question to myself repeatedly

Is everyone fortunate enough to have this gift of living, loving, perceiving, and feeling?

Amidst those crowds I see faces with unwritten stories of solitude, despair and fright

That sense of belongingness, harmony with everything around me is but an unexpected,

imaginative, illusory, unreal world for them.

And then it makes me reaffirm with faith that the fearlesssness

that guides them is a mere dot in my large world of possessions, desires and countless unrealized yet dreamed-of ambitions.

The choice to live without expectation is better lived than one where that insatiable urge to

grab more deprives us of the sanity to think, feel, reflect on anything but ourselves

and the safe haven that we desire to carve around ourselves is unreal only perceived in lived time

Those boundaries that guard our houses are a mirage as illusory as that unfathomable

line where the sun sets and rises.

It is this which confirms my faith in something divine and strong that

keeps me going daringly amidst those many tumultous crowds

For I know when I need that comfort I can retract and withdraw in space in those quiet

interiors where a thousand questions are raised and are answered with faith, love and compassion

There is still a strong belief that what follows will unfold with it wisdom to deal, experience to relearn and feelings of love for what is around me

For what is it but only a moment

A moment that dies as quickly as that existence which is no more real than myself.