The Common Man

In my previous post I had referred to the word 'ordinary'.

If someone calls you 'ordinary' do you consider that as derogatory??
Do you feel belittled?
Or have you accepted that you are ordinary like all of us?

'The common man' is a phrase used so commonly. All most a cliche you say? Yes. Probably.

What does the soul of a common man say?
There was a time when I'd thought that it would sound something like this.

I am a simple man
with worldly needs.
I ain't a hero.
I do no great deeds.

I do my work.
I earn my bread.
To think beyond that 
I have never dared.

I survive in a shell.
Outside it, I never peek.
My life, my shell
is safe and dark and cold and bleak.

I am a common man.
I am born to die.
I am not from the ones
who reach for the sky.

And from inside my shell,
I tell you my story.
You might be shocked,
But inside, its not so scary.

I am not alone,
There are millions like me.
Being in the world
only because they have to be.  

Rejuvenation

It has been well over a year since I posted anything out here.
I now have some free time. ( I'll make myself believe so at the expense of neglected responsibilities)

Things have changed. So have I. So has the world.
Such senseless talk.

But people like senseless talk.
People love reading, seeing and things they don't understand.

Employment is the need of the youth. Primarily, it gives independence.
Independence spawns confidence. Confidence leads to success.
Too much success leads to complacency.
And complacency makes you ordinary.

But all of this leads to nothing.

I'd rather post some of my real work.

Keep reading.

 

The Magic Box

Since this is the first work that I am posting I chose to have something nice. Something that makes you hope a bit. It may even draw a smile. So here it is.

There are times in life,

too good to be true.

They knock on your door

When you don't have a clue.

All you have to do

is forget everything and smile.

just lose yourself

and stop thinking for a while.

Seal these memories

and keep them in a box.

Keep the box somewhere deep in you head

where it will not get lost.

Because there will later be days,

When all will seem lost.

That is when you would want

to open and keep looking into that box.

Borrow smiles from the past.

Till times change again.

And you are ready to make

a new box all over again.

The First Post

Abiding to the law of Blogging, this, my first post will be talking about what this blog is about. Concisely, it is about what I write. Sometimes there are times when you pen down something that you love and feel like shouting it out to the world. In cyberspace, it is called blogging.
I have been very nervous about writing a blog as I care too much about what people will think of me and what opinion they will have. But at the same time, the urge of sharing the few readable bits of my writing was too much. And so I present to you, The Sleeping Tree. It is more like a dormant life waiting to be awakened. A hidden source of inspiration. Something like that.