Dear Exceptional

Dear Exceptional,

As I sit here and look up the stars,

I wonder who you are and where you must be?

Will sparks fly the first time we meet?

Or will time take its own sweet course?

Do your eyes twinkle when you laugh?

Are you passionate about something? Are you a thinker?

Will we have a favorite cafe where we would sit and chat and absorb the gentleness of our making?

I must tell you that I am a dreamer

And often I tend to drift into my world of thoughts.

Know this that I will love you like no other

There is nothing more beautiful than simple and grounded love

But it is rare to find, I guess

Maybe you and I will be that?

Exceptional!

I hope your hands stay warm because mine mostly are cold

Once in a while, I will need you to hold mine and share that warmth

Maybe, more than once.

Honestly, always.

You see this is not easy for me

I have been looking for you, thinking about you, imagining you

Sometimes I have felt like I have met you

But mostly I do not know.

A plethora of theories and numerous questions

I no longer know if this is just a concept in my head or one created by the society or if you do exist

If all these tales and fables are indeed true

And do we even need a “forever” to live happily ever after?

I thought I understood love

But now that I have been broken; quite a few times

And seen how life does not merely resume but fast forwards

For each time it is a plunge you take

With every passing minute the waters only get deeper

Holding breath no longer seems like an exercise to appreciate the virtue of patience

It becomes a struggle and you feel suffocated.

Eventually, you let go and put on a brave smile

Every so often you lie to yourself that you no longer need that love

I am a dreamer and so, I have taught myself to be careful

Someday, with you I would share the stories my scars

And you would talk about yours.

No, I do not want you to be here all the time

But what I want is to able to count on you

In this magnificent chaos if you and I could have a moment as “us”

For me would that be enough.

Let’s hope that we’d be best friends

And we share the compassion and trust that allows us to grow individually and together

And most importantly may we feel empowered and emancipated to just be.

I hope we are lucky enough to travel a lot

Relive history, listen to stories of the unfamiliar, share a laugh with a stranger

And as we walk hand in hand through the unknown streets,

Make some stories of our own

Just you and me.

You should know the sky fascinates me a lot

Different shades of blues and mild tones of purple, orange and pink

The one in the morning, afternoon and evening

And especially the one at night with the moon and the stars; each telling a different story

They make me happy. They do.

Dear Exceptional,

As I sit here and look up the stars

I wonder

If you are looking up at them too

And wondering who I am and where I must be.

-Dedicated to dreamers, love, friendship and hope.

Perspective

Every single moment that passes

The air that you breathe in and out

From the time you plant a seed

To when the roots begin to get firm

And the shoot starts to rise

When you see the first bud

And finally, when it blossoms

To the bees that hum around

More buds that burst into a laughter

When finally the first petal falls off

And then the leaves crumble

From that vivacious green to the dull brown to soon becoming obsolete

The journey from nothingness into disappearance

That uncanny cycle continues

All in all an amalgamation of life

Time waits for no one; tick-tock tick-tock

And yet it only and strangely always takes a tragedy to get things into perspective

But what is perspective?

It is the lack of sympathy for our fellow human beings

For the birds, trees, rain and air and sunshine

It is that piece of garbage that we threw on the streets 

All those chemicals that have rendered our rivers dry

It is all the animals we’ve murdered and felt proud

Those pets we abandoned

All the homes we destroyed; human or not

It is our ignorance

It is that privilege and power that fills us up with smugness

It is that shame we never feel

Our callousness towards everyone and everything

All those warnings we payed no heed to

I want to call us special

Unfortunately, most of us are nothing but selfish

And look where we are today and the damage that we’ve done.

Remember it is “we”. Stop pointing fingers.

Period.

Yes, thank you to the few special ones 

Without them who knows where we’d be

We must be truly grateful to them.

At least now let’s listen and learn?

It’s heartbreaking to see the madness and chaos we’ve created

No, I don’t just want to dwell on the bad and the negative

But we cannot just live in denial anymore

It has to begin with acceptance

In the bigger scheme of things maybe we are insignificant

Few are famous and even fewer will be remembered

But that does not mean that all of us don’t matter; we do.

Our daily actions and choices can make a difference.

Remember just saying that we are apologetic will not be enough

Let us all truly become special and make responsible choices

Even if that means saving just one tree or using one less bucket of water 

Feeding one animal or washing our own dishes 

Or just being a little more compassionate and sensitive

If we all take it upon ourselves and do our tiny bit

Eventually that would mean seven billion of us

That is a significant impact

Maybe that should be our perspective?

Remember that it is not about the stardust

But the star

Without the star there is no magic, no beauty, no light; no reality

And our reality is our perspective

- Dedicated to hope and to the spirit of living right.