To Live As Myself

by Praneeth Aryan   Jan 18, 2005


It was dusk when I set off upon
My journey through this world
My first breath taught me the sweet lesson of pain - I cried.
The darkness brought me sleep and dreams.
The stillness shrieked the memories of my last life.
The primordial instincts boiled hot in my tears.
Memories faded as sights of a new life flooded.

With a perplexed purity of thought and an unmarred curiosity
I took my first steps of life toward the realisation of void.
The path has never been straight, it has not always been light.
There was only one thing nice about being a kid -
Everyday was a new day.
Every face I saw was a new friend.
Every dream I had was a new fantasy.
Every thought I had was a new habit.
Every habit I made was a new history.

I wanted to jump and roar,
I wanted to lie and sleep.
I wanted to be known,
I wanted to be left aloof.

I wanted to do unimaginable things.
I wanted to create Divinity itself.
But what is God - a friendless orphan?
Divinity is a legacy of long-forgotten fables.
I realised I was born to live life as a human -
To cry, to laugh, to dream, to die.

I was a pulp of confounded interests
Trying to obtain an immature stability.

But as the count of leaves falling grows
I have a feeling I know what I want to do.

A life full of magic, full of wonders.
A life where sorrow knows no meaning.
A life when tides of time never swell.
A life of undaunted freedom, of undisturbed harmony.
A life worth a friend, a life for a love
Is all that I want out of the share that I have.

I curse the pleasure that invalidates happiness.
I damn the fortune that compromises love.

I invite you, my friend, and myself
To that world of mine...
Where I rule and I serve....
Where I LIVE and I LOVE....

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