Thoughts on air!

“Invisible” is the word, I have always been to all but myself.

I sleek through bamboos in a path defined by the mystic bone branches covered in black, brown and white. I do it right every single time, flawless and elegant, yet go unnoticed. I am indeed responsible for the very existence of those mystic bone branches, yet there is no gratitude I see.

I trust my friends (water, earth and sky) who gleam and glow and appear beautiful as I hold their hands whenever they need me and even when they don’t but, after all, I keep forgetting the fact that I am what I am, invisible to the world, however hard I try.

I pretend I am unaware of this fact and I will continue to do so unless its one of those days when I get crazy and want people to notice me and I turn into an angry tornado, regretting my act and coming back to being humble again.

I do have some special moments when people appreciate and feel my existence but I am fooled over and over again as I do not realize that appreciating me, as a breeze, is the idea of a break for them and they go back to being their own cynical selves.

One fine day I decide to turn what I am to my advantage! I take time to myself, a lot of time to myself, since I am invisible, anyway, its not going to make any difference to anyone if I don’t express myself to them for a while.

Now, strangely, I find a few people, unusually taking more of those “ideal breaks”, though, it doesn’t make much of a difference to me, not because I have changed, but because I realized that they are still those “ideal breaks” and not real gratitude.

Though I take time to myself, I still keep up with my job of sleeking through bamboos, holding my friends’ hands and even being responsible for some peoples’ existence, still staying invisible.

I have stopped trying hard to become evidently visible and just realized, it is the best route to take to not-being invisible…