Lessons Under The Banyan Tree
I sat there under the banyan tree,
Shady enough like my life,
Plucking petals from a red rose,
One for he loves me,
One for he loves me not,
Until I listen someone giggling from above.
As I looked up,
I saw someone swinging from the roots of the tree,
Not at all shy to be caught sneaking around.
Before I could tell him,
Why was he laughing,
He told me that I’m wasting my time,
Cribbing about something,
Which shouldn’t really matter.
I asked why does he say that I’m cribbing,
I’m fine, I’m happy,
Oh really he says,
And jumps down on the ground,
Telling me to look up at the sky.
Looking up I saw few cumulus clouds floating,
I shrugged at him.
He pointed at a ruined wall far away,
Looking at it, I asked him what does he want me to understand actually.
Smiling he says,
Surround yourself with thoughts,
Like the clouds not bricks,
Let them flow,
Not let them build walls inside you,
Let them fly,
Not let them stay,
To disappoint you,
When you shouldn’t expect at first.
Walking away he says,
Let those clouds be white,
Not dark,
With golden rays,
Not white linings,
And tell the guy,
To be straight forward,
Or he’ll be fired up,
With poetries ablaze.
