My Credo ...!!!!

I, the man with many faces

Each stranger than the earlier

I, the man with so many identities

That people say I suffer from bipolar

I, the man who speak so many lies

That I no longer know what’s truth or Lie

I, the man with many masks

So many I wore that mask became my real face

I, the Monk & the Monster, Calm & Chaotic

And bundle of all contradictions. Twain did meet!

Nope..!!!

I don’t talk pain

I don’t talk panic

I don’t talk turmoil

I don’t talk hardships

I don’t talk melting time

I don’t talk death & disease

I don’t talk pangs of loneliness

I don’t talk angst of separation

I don’t talk boredom and problems

I don’t do any of above. Either I don’t have them or I just forgot or I got used to my daily grind of life or I just don’t want to plainly dependent on anyone emotionally or give more energy to such unwanted thoughts. Neither I want Anchor or Roots.  I prefer Life with no Compass. I prefer Wings to my Soul to Soar with no beginning or end, with no up or down. Nor I like collecting anything be it memories or things.

I speak Fun & Joy

I speak calm Bliss

I speak the call of Wild

I speak joys of Quietude

I speak sounds of Silence

I speak roaring Laughter

I speak mysteries of Life

I speak of all books I Read

I speak of thrilling Moments

I speak touch of gentle Breeze

I speak endless dreams and Oceans

I speak all these every Spring, Fall & Autumn