Perspective

It is not another philosophy class
But, how do you see this glass
Half empty or half full
Half way through,
Other half to accomplish
Well , I am thirsty,
Hence, with whatever available
I would rather relish.

Umang contrary to his name
Worried about everything
Questioning the very essence of life
Why, what, when, how
From School to college,
From College to job, 
From one job to another 
Then families

Adding oodles of responsibilities

Some fated liabilities

The list seemed perpetual
He was confused what is illusion, 
What is actual

Wandering in the woods,
Halting at a lake
Serene, pure, quiet.
As if pleading his thoughts not to awake
There he saw a small bamboo house
Eager to find who stays, 
Somewhere deep inside, he silently prays
I hope, today life unfolds its secret 
In its own profound ways

At a corner,
He saw an old man sitting
As if silently waiting 
“Come in my child, 
Why does your mind chatter
at a speed of an asteroid 
& you look utterly paranoid ?
Just sit here and relax my child,
It is not always necessary to fill the void”

Umang asked,

“I want get rid of unnecessary baggage

Knowing its a definite damage

Why do I get anxious rapidly

I am in all ears for your message”

The old man said,
You should be thirsty,
“Get a glass of water
To sort your mind’s clutter
But also add a tea-spoon of salt
Let me know its taste
“Aweful,” this glass is a complete waste

Amplify the vessel,
Replace glass with a bucket
Add a tea-spoon of salt
Drink and tell me
Does it taste any better ?

“A little bearable”, Umang would utter.

Excellent, go outside
Put salt in the lake
Mixed it well,
And let me know your take
“Water is just fine”
No difference salt could make

The old man explained,
Challenges, hurdles, 
Difficulties and struggles 
represents salt. 
The feelings and emotions, 
Thoughts and notions
Represent water.
The vessel is your perspective
The broader you make,
The more it is effective
Shift your focus from salt and water
Its all about vessel my son
That should eventually matter.