Conform to live. Live to defy

You shall conform to societal norms.

You shall not defy the rules set forth for the betterment of your life and society.

Those statements only push me to rebel.

But why do we conform? Is it because we're constantly searching for consensus from our family, peers and groups? Does it fulfil a sense of connectedness that is necessary for our existence?

I always wondered why we had to conform to the norms of society yet were taught in an environment that calls for individualism.

Just a thought...

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Words of the Ordinary

It was cold outside and I was curled up on my sofa, sipping on a hot cup of chamomile tea and reading through my oldest collection of poems by William Blake. It must have been the spellbinding words that instigated this unusual feeling inside me. In a matter of seconds, my thoughts had wandered afar and I could feel myself sashaying my way into the mellow clouds. His words were echoing in my ears and mind. No, they weren’t the soft words of Blake. They weren’t the deep words of Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald’s song ‘Heaven’ that was playing in the background. They were prettier words; words that put a smile on my face and brought joy to my heart. They weren’t words of flattery. They were ordinary words that were said in a nothing but ordinary conversation. But they were words from a person who was nothing close to ordinary. A person so inspiring and intriguing; his words so heartening and pleasing.

Days of Courtship

Being an avid reader of time-honoured literature and pre-contemporary works, I have spent days and nights living the stories told by the legendary Jane Austen and playing the arbitrator in Louisa May Alcott’s infamous trilogy. I must confess that I had been most profoundly captivated by the magic of the letters between Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning during the early years of their courtship. The letters that were devotedly passionate yet inscribed with utmost humility. Mind you, this is not a historical literature lesson. It’s no more than a momentary look at what I believe to be the world’s greatest courtship in literature. Robert Browning was fascinated by Elizabeth’s poems and eminence as one of the greatest poets of the Victorian era. In his very first letter to her, Robert wrote: I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett, ---and this is no off-hand complimentary letter that I shall write, ---whatever else, no prompt matter-of-course recognition of your g...

A Desolate Heart

In the luring midnight gust A restive being heaves a sigh A sigh of love, a sigh of lust Bereavement seeming too well-nigh Bereavement needed much to-night And by the break of dawn ‘tis right To mourn the hours of the night That held that being captive of A heart so fond yet desolate!

Ludicrous Mind Ramblings

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