"Rabba sacheya tu te akheya si
ja o bandeya jag da shah hai tu.
Kadi saar vi layi rab sohneya
Tere shah nal jag ki kitiyan kitiyan.."
Once upon a time, I happened to be the king of my universe. The universe which was there when i saw it first. It was good, warm, soft and used to spin and sparkle according to my will. As i started knowing it, it was not as dreamy as it looked. it was rough, dry and had some pointy ends too. It scratched my skin, made me bleed and left a mark on me forever. It happened to me multiple times till i understood that the universe i own doesn't deserves the cuddles. it is meant to be thrashed, exploited and burnt. Even though it is mine, i will have to keep a distance from it to maintain the balance. Kings are not supposed to mix with the commoners.
I was down, on the ground, bathed in dust and mashed flora. In that little moment of silence, i made a pact with myself to draft some commandments to run this haywire wild universe. Now i follow them and stay grounded because the universe neither can bear me it nor is worth it. I am a king who lives a life of a plebe. I've made peace with myself and my universe. At times i let it play, other times i slap it down to remind how to behave with me. I am an injured king but i will rule, because i'm destined to!
ja o bandeya jag da shah hai tu.
Kadi saar vi layi rab sohneya
Tere shah nal jag ki kitiyan kitiyan.."
Once upon a time, I happened to be the king of my universe. The universe which was there when i saw it first. It was good, warm, soft and used to spin and sparkle according to my will. As i started knowing it, it was not as dreamy as it looked. it was rough, dry and had some pointy ends too. It scratched my skin, made me bleed and left a mark on me forever. It happened to me multiple times till i understood that the universe i own doesn't deserves the cuddles. it is meant to be thrashed, exploited and burnt. Even though it is mine, i will have to keep a distance from it to maintain the balance. Kings are not supposed to mix with the commoners.
I was down, on the ground, bathed in dust and mashed flora. In that little moment of silence, i made a pact with myself to draft some commandments to run this haywire wild universe. Now i follow them and stay grounded because the universe neither can bear me it nor is worth it. I am a king who lives a life of a plebe. I've made peace with myself and my universe. At times i let it play, other times i slap it down to remind how to behave with me. I am an injured king but i will rule, because i'm destined to!
