The Story – III

The time came when I started believing my dreams. I strangely connected with the boy in my dreams. It was something like I did whatever I want, through him. He was my only medium to carry my thoughts. My thoughts, who wandered randomly now, had a means to reach the destination.

The only fear that I carry with me now, is the absence of that boy in my dreams. Uneasiness surrounds me whenever I start feeling the boy isn’t real. I started living in a state of delight and surprise, for I never believed that things would happen, and for most of the time, I was right.

One day, the boy in the dream asked me whether I really know anything about her. I told him that as a soul mate, I know here very well, I know everything about her. When we love someone above all other, we know everything there is to know about her. These thoughts made him sad, as this was what to be soon, the boy’s fear. The fear of being indifferent with me, within me.

The boy was afraid to talk sometimes, because he always had this perception in mind that she would fly away if something inappropriate happens. This fear stopped him from being the real him, many times. This is something unbelievable, for it is even in my dreams that I am not able to do what I always wanted to do. I try to close my eyes and be in the world I always wanted to be in.

What the boy tried to do- change the perspective O’ my Master, or change yourself.

But sometimes, I just, didn’t care to listen.

The stories are such a beautiful way to express feelings, sometimes even I think what will be the end of this story, finally.

Amen.

Your Socius.

The Story-II

Butterfly, a beautiful and delicate being, has a change hidden in her. You can sit at a distance and watch her, but it flies when you approach he. Whenever I tried to approach her, an instant thought tornado erodes my open mind like a hurricane sweeps the grasslands. All that is left is the memory of watching her, facing the sun and silently praying.

I loved the act of silently smiling within, content with what I see. Turn around and wave your hand to no one in the sky. Spread you hands and jump to the highest you can.

She didn’t notice me, nor did I ever try to make myself notice.

But, then one day it occurred to me, somewhere hidden in my consciousness, a little boy who talked to her. I dream of that boy. The only one, from whom the butterfly didn’t move away. He had those similar shining eyes, and small hands that he kept crossed while standing beside her, on the bridge.

She talked and the boy listened, she speaks and the boy looked at her eyes. The real satisfaction is seen in the eyes of the little fellow, like an angle he stands there, slowly blinking and with a very fulfilled smile on his face.

Days passed, and the season changed. It doesn’t take much to get addicted to something you believe has an attachment within. And thus, slowly and gradually, I found the space that boy required, in my mind, deep within the heart, and part of my soul; he had it all.

He is the one whom the butterfly wasn’t afraid, or rather I should say he was the one not afraid of the storm waiting there, beyond the almighty silence.

The one, who called him self the dreamer, said he was never alone. When someone asked him about how is that he lives; with all those characters in his mind, with all those mixed temptations, he said he has finally found the one thing in his life. Yes, the thing you can live your life for.

Amen.

Your Socius.

The Story – I

Once upon a time there was a cute, simple and innocent girl in the neighborhood. She was of the ‘in herself’ kind. Thus, Most of the time involved with her, she was more of a mystery to people around. Her eyes were filled with freedom and at the same time with secrecy.

No one ever noticed her once her family settled. They were all simple and cooperative people, who believed in social living. But the girl was different. She had the shine that didn’t require any more polishing. She was free and independent as a butterfly.

I often found her staring to the beautiful lake. Blank, unending and calm as ever. The bright sunshine falling on the lake, the cool breeze blowing, and the green leaves all over the place. As though she had all the energy absorbed into her, leaving the place serene and tranquilized. Some days like this, it was more pleasure to watch her than that always good looking lake.

You would find her questioning the world; silently but firmly. While we stay at a place where everyone wants to take us away from the reality and stop asking questions; she has created a world of her own that asks for blessings and goodness. The reality, it seems likes to stay away from her. Alas, she believed in it.

We, i.e., my mind, soul and heart often get into discussion of her. The images all three had, of her, had been more or less contradicting. Mind being jealous of her, for being so free, uncaring of the world. The beautiful life she had because she was not interested what people think. The heart was slowly and gradually, appreciating and liking the act of watching her silently standing on the bridge with arms wide open. Her heart was so transparent, with as though nothing hidden in it. While my dear soul, was just busy remembering.

And thus the sacred journey started. To find the truth, the reality, the life, my time.  Just keep following the butterfly.

Amen.

Your Socius.

The Socius.

Dear Socius,

I recently checked my wordpress account and found out that there has been a blog registered by your name, “The Socius”. I found it a bit surprising, as I wasn’t able to recall, when exactly I registered it. Thus, this letter.

I searched for the google definition of ‘socius’ and the result was: The executive assistant or “second-in-command”, second declension, an ally or comrade. Wow, what a word. It seems like a hidden me has certainly risen up from the ashes.

Ohk, what I want to tell you is that, I seriously don’t remember registering you, nor anytime or anywhere mentioning you. I appreciate you have chosen me, as your comrade, and will always try to be with you. I would ask for some liberty, and thus would like to seek permission for allowing me to publish posts on it, to change the default theme.

For the people not Socius, I must tell you, I am not a case of some psychological personality disorder, or split personality, but the one seeking some answers. And trust me, you won’t understand.

I would love to share with you; my mind, my thoughts, my journey and thoughts. and whether you consider me your ally or not, but I shall be your Socius.

I hope it would be a memorable ride, you and me.

With Socius.

Yours truly,

Satanicenthu.