Cake of Life

It is supposed to have become the latest ‘in thing’ to suggest someone “Move on…..Forget your past”. Friends circles or glossy magazines or those glamorous coffee shows, this has supposedly become the ‘kewlest’ thing to say.As an average intelligent person (forgive me for taking the liberty of considering myself that but I still feel I am) I somehow could never make any sense of that statement.

To put it lightly it would be like saying, “Eat your cake, but only with the sugar and the icing. Take out the baking powder ‘coz it was not so sweet’….

What you refer to callously as our ‘PAST’ are moments, times , experiences and they were not written on a word document to be easily deleted … or edited ……they were LIVED…each one of them. …and each one of them contributed immensely to shape us into what we are today…..we think the way we do…..we feel the way we do…..we decide what we do …..we speak the way we do or what we do…..we even look the way we do because of them…..the tiniest bit of them

So if you are not ashamed of yourself ….of what you are ….of what you have become……there is no need to fight with yourself to let those moments go….Accept them….take it the way it was. ….do not wish for anything different because that’s the way it had to be…..

Keep it with you…..tuck those moments in your heart and walk gracefully with your head high…..bad or good…happy or sad….they are yours….be proud of them…..and of yourself ….

mmmmm…..lick the icing …enjoy the cake and savor each bite of it ….and always remember….the cake is what it is because of that pinch of baking powder…..had it not been for it, the cake would never have taken its shape or flavor…..and if somebody doesn’t know that tell them proudly.

All By Myself

Lost, I was standing, all by myself

when you came and said "Walk with me."

I placed my hand in yours and started walking

not knowing that the path we are walking on leads nowhere,

not feeling that I need to know my own way,

not realizing your hand, like a fistful of sand, is slipping away.

And now, as I see you walking ahead

with someone's hand in yours,

blank and cold, my own hands feel

lost, I am standing, all by myself again.