Behind blankets : The songs of the soul

Our moods change like colors in the sky,
Peaceful mornings, restless afternoons,
melancholic evenings and painful nights.
Mindful for a moment,
worrying about losing it in the other.
Happy for a moment,
worrying about its shortness in the other.
Sad for a moment,
wondering what caused that sadness in the other.
Angry for a moment,
regretting that outburst in the other.

Toiling summer follows pulsating spring,
wild monsoon by moody winter.
Like fog, rains, and sweat in the sun,
the mind wears its own blankets,
and throws out different versions of our-self;
sometimes charming, sometimes boring,
sometimes fiery, sometimes loving.

Only a fool will try to hold onto mornings,
only delusion can bring eternal spring.
The sun knows his way, and won’t change for any;
he knows to brighten the earth to life,
he knows to bring the curtains for the day,
he knows to mold the world his way.
Every season, every color of the sky, day and night,
is his way of nourishing all life on earth.
Clouds may hinder him,
at night, we may lose his light and wander in darkness.
Yet he will always emerge back, bright as ever,
to shower his blessings; to keep life thriving.

Only a fool will try to hold onto happiness,
only delusion can bring eternal peace.
The soul knows his way, and won’t reveal his cards;
he knows when to immerse us in pleasure,
he knows when to immerse us in pain,
he knows to mold our heart and mind.
Every emotion, every thought in our mind, pleasure and pain,
is his way of nurturing our life.
Selfishness may hinder him,
in pain, we may lose his light and wander in darkness.
Yet he will always emerge back, bright as ever,
to shower his wisdom; to keep us going.