Dear Well-wisher,
Why do you want me to settle down?
Perhaps..
You find my eccentricity akin to tea leaves in your cuppa
You want the leaves to settle down so you can sip your tea..
Without the leaves coming against your teeth
And quickly.. before the tea gets too bitter for you to swallow.
Oh you don’t understand!
The eccentricity is like oily dye in water
You might wait for it to settle & even successfully separate it out..
But you would never feel like drinking that water, would you?
Pointless to wait for it to settle down, eh?
You might just as well twirl it a bit and enjoy the beautiful patterns
Add some more color if you wish
Or wait for someone else to add some glitter
Forever, someone will keep unsettling the oils
Just don’t forget to check out the new patterns now and then!
Perhaps..
You have had enough of my sermons on freedom and self-defined identity
You wish the ‘individualism’ silt would settle down in that road-side puddle
So that poor little birds and stray dogs can drink the rain-water.
Oh you make a small mistake!
I am a solution.. Not a Suspension
You can wait all you want for the silt to settle down
You will die & it never will..
For you just put in the wrong vowel there..
It isn’t silt with an ‘i’.. it is salt with an ‘a’
Ah, you could try boiling me..
Of course you could..
Only..
My spirit would evaporate
And you’d still be left with the salt you so dislike!
Perhaps..
You are just concerned and want to guide me in the right direction
I look like that huge pregnant cloud you love to gaze upon from your balcony, do I?
Reflecting the colors of the setting sun beautifully..
So soft & fluffy that you want a ride on my back.. Floating ever so gently..
But sometimes dark, gloomy and intimidating..
If only you could gently guide me to deliver my rain-drops where you want, when you want..
So that farmers sleep peacefully, assured of a good harvest and people get water to drink..
Just so that I don’t turn into a storm cloud that delays air-crafts and gets cursed..
After all, there is nothing wrong in wishing me and others some good, is there?
Oh, you forget!
I, the random evasive and aimless cloud, have a mind of my own
Or not even that.. just a weird way of my own
You would agree – that I have this annoying habit
Of drenching you with unscheduled showers out of the blue
Just when you prayed wholeheartedly for a crisp sunny day..
Just when you are out for a picnic in the woods..
Dressed in fresh summery white that you simply can’t bear to get all muddy!
Think before you wish too much out of me 😉
So, dear well-wisher,
Thanks for the concern..
But no thanks!
Just let me be
Please!
The world – yours and mine – is better that way.
The Conjecture Girl 
u love chemistry dont u 😀
nevertheless, its good
only 8th standard chemistry 😉
Has the “you” read this or any chance of reading it ? 😉
Heehee. No. 😀
Hey wait. . No.. there is no specific “you”! Don’t misinterpret my target 😉
Beautifully written! And most apt! If only the morons to whom it was directed to comprehended poetry!
Thanks 🙂 Ah. . if only they could comprehend logic, if not poetry!
the question is will the “YOU” understand at all what you are tryingto say and Relly leave you alone..
you might have heard
kuch to log kahenge .. logon ka kaam hai KEHNA
True. But I can’t help doing the “kehna” to them – though I know that they might not understand. Just for a change & a little satisfaction. 😉
Now this is something..that i call..straight from the heart post..but none the less..yr comparisons with tea leaves et al..were too good..Thought of Post that speaks your mind.
Thanks Viyoma. Glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂
Excellent!
Do not settle. Do not stay still.
Be as free as the random molecules of a gas, free as the winds, free as the very essence of our universe.
Free as the mare, galloping through endless meadows over abundant fields to infinity and yonder.
Free as the brook, carving a path for yourself through solid rock, and ice and mountain, towards some purpose yet unknown.
Settle where you want, at the time you want, and even when you do, remember to occasionally indulge yourself in the heady freedom of simply being alive, to occasionally surrender yourself to the potent cocktail we call life.
Don’t be bowed by tradition nor quailed by custom. Break the norms. Be a pioneer. Make your own culture. Live your own life.
Or not.
You have choice, after all. And that choice, of course, is the whole point. 🙂
I so wish that there were more women like you in this country.
Cheers.
The choice shall be utilized. Wish more people recognized that they too have a choice!
And you write beautifully 🙂