oceans in dewdrops

hate the thought of boundaries in any form.. whether within the self or relationships or countries.... here are a few thoughts I have liked.. picked at random over a period of time.. 

The amount of time we waste thinking over the people we hate, cursing them, worrying over imaginary or real wrongs, if we spent even half of that time thinking of our loved ones, this world would be so much better a place to live in.... 

We, each one of us, is a product of our circumstances, environment, heredity, surroundings.. can only think, feel and react accordingly, living maybe in our own private hells because sometimes we are incapable of changing our basic natures. Shouldn't this stop us from judging others, pointing fingers and instead thank God we had a better deal in life. Maybe, after all, we might be reacting in the very same manner if we were in that person's shoes.. doesn't one need our compassion, support and understanding more than our censure.. 

Such a short life we have, don't know what's going to happen in the next moment, and yet we are so busy involving ourselves in trivialities, in making each other's lives miserable. We argue with each other, scold and fight, forgetting absolutely that it is just a momentary issue we have a problem with, not the person himself. 

We have to fight this negativity, not embrace hatred. How much better would it be if we could just turn around and tell that person, 'yes, I don't like this but you are loved very much'. 

When you've done something really wrong or simply made a mistake, isn't that the time you most need that hug and an 'I love you'. Shouldn't that just make everything alright, and if you questioned each heart, there would be no gauging who felt happier at that moment, and yet we forsake such simple gestures which would bring so much happiness all around, and continue to live in private hells of our own making. 

All those compartments in our hearts need to be opened, helping us, and all around, to breathe in joy, why do we shut those doors and confine ourselves within our own lonely space..... 

Of all God's creations, man is considered to be most superior, yet haven't we due to our narrow minded false beliefs shut ourselves into tiny little compartments where there's hardly room to breathe and end up envying a bird spreading it's wings and flying free..... 

We all have this Beautiful spot within us which is so pure, Untouched, Special Just waiting for that one person who would see it, Recognize it.. Acknowledge it.. Touch and make us feel complete.. a rare fulfillment Each waits an eternity for.. 

We shut ourselves in narrow walls, beliefs.. imaginary lines.. and just inhibit our growth.. What to question, whom to wrong.. you love your dog.. you love the sunsets and sunrise the stars, the rainbow.. even that lizard on the wall maybe.. but when it comes to humans we question the feeling.. the possibility, the reason.. the right and wrong.. misunderstood, relationship-bound.. tortured over, closing our hearts we bemoan the loneliness.. what sad beings we are 

love thy neighbour we say.. limiting to next door.. believing it's said 'cause they test your patience to the limits.. anything you love, anyone at all.. 

be it rose, rainbow or rain.. man, woman or child.. feel the joy within you.. touching the skies and flying high.. finding that elusive God we all look for.. didn't we feel him.. unknowingly maybe.. but could you compare that warm hug your child gave you.. carefree and full of love.. spontaneous, ready and trusting.. whom did you feel.. 

how do we soar, how do we find..... we never reach out, never touch.. illusions, elusive always leave us wanting, incomplete.. 

a farmer planted pumpkins on his land.. for no reason he put one in a glass jar.. which only grew as big as it's size.. we have the freedom are born with it.. but these glass jars.. we each does it to ourselves.. and with limited sight, space, thinking.. go out to find ourselves and God.. happiness just round the bend forget to even look within our hearts... Shackles- ever-tightening, narrowing, choking Yet we blame life- never ourselves.. And continue to exist-Caged.. Never checking the doors.. Self-conditioned.. Not even to try..