Recruiting new life

Rains.
They are one of those really trying times when you need to pull your pants up in folds, and take quick jumps to avoid dirty unstirred puddles or sometimes, unknowingly experience real cold water, with the muck dangling, which you shirk off with the most contorted of faces you can conjure up.

But sometimes,

you find one of those moments, where you can find yourself letting loose, leaving the troubles and you melt into the cloudy sky, that is gloomily hovering over you, and in your words it looks beautiful, and you look around, and see that you are the only one enjoying it. You smile, you walk and you let the day take control.


Frivolous times of the Youth do not flutter anywhere near the generation that has passed its adolscence and come into their twenties and become driven, dead sure, daring. They need money, and as Bob Dylan says, they have learnt one thing for sure, Money doesn’t talk, it swears.

As it rains like Cats and Dogs you wonder if every dog could have his day, and would today you be that dog, and not like other kitties, you want to miss that kitty party. Just one of those days, where you’d expect you to be the king, doesn’t every dog want to be the king? You want to be this amazing confident, person, and you want all hell to break loose, but when it does, you don’t want it to freeze over, because then you’ll be caught. And your secrets will be out. The ones that you hold close to your heart, and then you wonder what you could do. If someone finds out! What then? Oh what then? But you let it be. The world has a lot of gossip and problems on its own. Yours would be just another one. So you look at the misfortune and well, just drift. Call that mountain a molehill and move on. That’s where it lies. That’s where the secret lies. In letting go. That’s real. That’s a releasing experience. Well your mind will wander back to that old cave again. Time and again. But don’t let it. Refrain. And like I always say, Time heals.