Grown up
Cast politics that believes in organisation strength fail to learn many times. Souls migrating to distant shores with the depth of oceans separating them from each other don't belong to the cast. The boat man rows gently many times against the flow jest believing in the dreams and that's how he has got there. The lady back homeland has fought the battle and loosened herself by standing the ground of a women's dignity, building her strength, she has never believed to extract the motherland's reservation or precious pearl to uplift her. She believed she is her parents and brother's princess , a priceless posession for them. She is not disavantaged but is showered with the best her loved ones can. Her capality to understand and navigate the world she has taken up and walk the path she must. The path clears as she walks. She has never in her life availed the cast reservations to get to where her belonging started. However looking back at the societal conditions and with her lens developed after going through the ruffled turmoils rough seas, a picture emerges. Of a travel alone , where we are not alone. The sharp cuts and damages she created for herself. Left in the rough seas with a light sail supporting her , which tore apart and gave up on her many times. She drowned in Tears that entered between her shattered pieces. Her parts floated held together by her two little cutie pies who took in her apathy and stress. May be we left the Indian shores before it could crumble us completely and had the time space to recuperate. A deeper understanding of human conditions and importance of communication, building a complete regenerated organ from a fragmented one, Remembering our base- the green planet , the beautiful designs and architecture our culture exudes, the importance of subculture accomodation and finally i am able to recognise my civilisation. Thanks God for your providence, holding me, carrying and lifting me enough to find civilisation from this journey through the depths of Tears above the ocean bed. The journey through the forest where I found myself shouting Screaming throwing myself into the fire. But my dear the fire cleaned the path for me to glide up and get a zoomed out bigger picture of the wild thick dense dark forest where light gets sucked into, to add to the darkness. The chaotic games of betrayal, greed, supremacy, envy, hurry bury to establish, money providing strength and a proxy to human bonds, disharmony, illhealth and misery. I am back on the ground having a close look at the tree i walk by and wondering how unconditionally giving the tree is. The zoomed in picture gives me the strength to keep going. I owe them so much. God bless this mother earth with its green cover and light blue sky. The bright sunshine and cool moon shining not ruffling the soothing tender breeze settling us to rest brings in the so much needed Peace 
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