*Moon and its other side.*

Part-2

Of course, this is the so called, second poem!

"I am afraid. 

I am afraid you would leave.

Where does the fear come from?

May be from what you promised to me?

"I am the moon in your darkness."

Wasn't that your promise?

And that is what makes me so insecure. 

I wouldn't dream of something better than you in my life. 

But, a moon does not stay forever you know.

It loves, then leaves the darkness to engulf everything.

Again, it loves and leaves.... and it goes on and on.

I am afraid you would do that to me.

I would love to have heart breaks because of you.

Its not about you breaking my heart. Its about you breaking a promise made to me.

I am not afraid of the darkness.

I am afraid of your absence in my life.

Don't be my moon.

After all its just a rock,

Reflecting those white rays from sun whenever possible 

and running away whenever it feels like.

Be my darkness.

I wouldn't complain of not seeing anything. 

I don't want a light in the darkness. 

I just want your presence.

If my life can hold you forever, only if you can blind me,

I would love to do that.

I would love to do that for you."

So, again it blinds you right?
You cannot live in darkness. That's true.
But, love is that mad you know.
And moon is that mad as love. It makes you write things like that. You don't have to love to sketch a few words on moon. It romanticizes you and then it spoils the mood at the same time.

You can see that yourself I hope.
Moon and its other side.

*Moon and its other side.*

Part-1

Every night, I love to gaze at stars. But the one that really catches my eyes is the moon.
It romanticizes every second I look at it. Even it made me write a few lines, which might make you feel like, 'I have read it already.'
But I am daring myself to share them.

"I look at the moon.

Every night I look at it. 

Like I would never get bored. 

Like I would go and live there one day.

It gives me hope,

The hope that there is someone at the other end of the earth, 

Looking at the moon, at the same time as me,

Feeling my presence around them, even though they might not have seen me or known me.

Like one day, we would be together,

And that day we would promise to each other.

A real promise that would go like this,

"Hey! You, I promise that I would be your moon in the darkness.""

Romantic right?
But, can you note the depth of the promise?
Yeah! You have missed it. I know. Because, we are misled. Our brain functions lazily during all the time (I am sorry. I generalized. Its my brain actually) . And get excited, when we (I) hear something realted to love. The dopa mine in the hypothalamus does that. But the beauty is, we get blocked with all the functionalities like analyzing a statement when something romantic happens/heard. Though there r several flaws in the so called poem, I would love to take the promise statement helping you analyse that.

This made me write another poem like thing!

Passion

How  you make your decisions!

Part-2

Passion

There is something special about this word. Yeah! You are right. Its the word that can be directly associated with love. 

In a conversation with a person who is from a research background in education (continuing his research even at the age of 80) quoted me that 

"You mean by passion!? 

'Emotions'- roughly a passion is an emotion strengthened.

 'Love' is an emotion but when you fall in love with someone/something to the point of ignoring everything else it becomes a passion'"

I found it quite right. I hope many can. Because if you take any dictionary, passion would be quoted as feeling or emotion over something or someone, that is so intense and leads to an outburst. Its root is from Old French and Late Latin. (Source: 

http://www.oxforddictionaries.com)

(Eh! People I see you smiling. You could already relate the word to the land of love) 

To the topic now...

How passion can impact any decisions taken by you?

I don't think I am a perfect person to answer that. But, I think I can score a 50/100 in this question. I pass. Hence, I wish to kill you with my answer. And I give you the right to kill me with your marks. 

I wasn't aware that I love writing. It was my personal ecstasy. I never felt anything special about this kind of communication. But, few things I found in me quite different from others were this

1. Whenever I felt down or extremely happy, I wrote. You can ask from when? It was from the age of 14. Yem! Its quite late for the people in this digital era. But, then it was my way of finding out what I wanted to do with my emotions in 'my era'.

2. That I have written two stories and 5 poems about things that really affected my conscience by the age of 17. That counts the works only in my diary. Many of my poems were in papers and it flew from one text book to another and I have had the experience of rescuing them even from the dustbins.

3. "Diaries weren't meant to be shared", my friends said to me. But then, I wanted people to look at my stories. I offered my personal diary (to clarify, it only had my favorite color and all that stuff a 14 year girl could have written) with all the poems and stories to know how they were. 

And finally, when I wasn't ready for anything else at one stage of life (probably, before 6 months), I was ready for this. Writing! Scribbling! and all that. And I think, I even surprise myself sometimes. When I look at what I have written in the past, I couldn't find myself writing it. 

It is not an easy task. When I write, I have the experience of crying in front of the screen of my laptop and wetting my keyboard (sometimes its my sister's laptop and I secretly wipe them out) . I have the experience of smiling and laughing for unknowing reasons, re-reading a single line thousand times, all that could qualify me to be in the list of mentally unstable people.

And that is when, it hit me hard. I was ready to quote and showcase myself crazy and mentally unstable for writing. Only that.

And here I am. 

In your mobile and laptop screens.

Through my words.

Through my passion, I live.

I did not decide it to be this way. But then, it happened. I do not relate my professional life with this kind of love. I love the job I do. But, this is different. This is where I can find and replicate my soul. 

Many people who answered my questions on passion said the same thing, "I do not know where my passion would take me. But, I will follow it". And most of them did not have it as their profession. So what? A person with passion will always live their life passionately, no matter how they earn their money! Its not about the money. Its about the heart.

One of my humble bestie told me that

(Well she earns a sum of money per month that I don't want to mention which everyone of our age die for and she is happier than anybody I know. She is the most passionate person I have ever seen.)

Another one quoted this to me,

Passion on something comes naturally. 
Like a mother's love to a child.
Passion is love, a form that is so unconditional! 
So pure.
And yes, it affects the decisions a lot. We will find a way. Just to pursue our dreams. Passion will drive us to do that, in every way it can. 
Like, a doctor working as an RJ at weekends.
Like, an engineer participating in lake clean-ups every week.
Like, some part of you becoming some other part and it just feels almost yourself.

Passion is life. Burn yourself until you find your ashes burn again for your passion. And it will craft you and your decisions automatically into something you have never imagined to be and that is what even my survey showed. 

[I think I really passed answering the question "How passion can impact any decisions taken by you?"]


Thanks to +Abinaya Govindarajan , +Nandhagiridharan.ng@gmail.com , +Vivek Anand  for answering my questions I asked. You guys are awesome and thanks to all those who filled the survey 3 months before. 

I think I have to talk about Passion more on the perspective of people who have grown old with it. Will see. At least through the quotes from them. Stay reading!