He was telling me how not to write
The words should not fall down the slope in a treacherous line. They might inadvertently hurt people passing by. They might even show the mirror to people used to deceit and lies. They might gather a hostile world outside. There might even be an avalanche that will claim all peace of mind. He was telling me how a blue sky always dispels the darkness of the night. That is what the purpose of words should be: to guide, to show light. Whatever bothers you keep it buried in the deep domains of the mind, but do not write. Do not pick a pen, or a paintbrush or even that guitar lying in a corner of your disarrayed room and do not catch that fanciful flight! Do not invite trouble. Invite happiness and joy by drowning your thoughts in the tide of time. But do not write like this or even like that if you have to be the master of the world outside.
So till the time I juggle for the right words, the right combination of phrases and the right music to give everyone a calm they so well deserve, I would just like to remind that I’d rather be a master of my own mind. You may try to make me the shelter, the protector of words that stay in their confines, locked inside pretty lines, but I am the storm, I would like to gently remind, hidden in the corner of your mind: undefined, unconfined.
© Jaspreet Mann