Outlying refers to something that is relatively far from the centre and confluence is the conflux or merging together of things. This is a direct implication to the kind of the lifestyle I have: far from the concourse of people and conceiving ideas differently than the rest of the population. The way I try to live, my aims, ambitions, they all meet up far away from the mainstream. And as unconventional as they are, the confluence of my wishes, aims, and everything else will always be outlying.
A little being I am, I am a little sapling. A gardener put me in the green grass, a child watered me from day till dark. Then, I grew into a big big plant. Save me oh! please save me. I am a tree with a little being. Oh! please let me live a moment a bit, Do you know I have a stem with me? They cut my stem with a seed with it, and now my son lives in the hell you see. O dad! let me myself tell my story. I am beside an autumn-ed tree. Save me oh! please save me. I am sapling, a future tree. Oh! please let me live a moment a bit. Do you know I have two cotyledons in me? They let my cotyledons germinate a bit, and now I have a root and shoot with me. O dad! let me myself tell my story. I will grow into a big fine tree! Save me oh! please save me. I am a plant, a little tree. Oh! please let me live a moment a bit, Do you know, I have a hundred stems with me? They let me grow a little bit, and now I have a thousands of leaves with me. O dad! let me myself tell my story. Thank you lord, for now I am a big large tree. Save me oh! please save me. At this moment I am a big large tree Oh! please let me live a moment a bit, I have millions of lives with me. Now what I do see, I have many legs, people sit on me. Is tis my destiny, please do tell me? For they took axes and cut a big fine tree, a big fine tree.
Many ups and downs of life, and many blacks and whites of time. You should have a heart to live life. But may I ask you, what is this four lettered life? Very hard it is to reach a height, nor you have so much of time neither of you want to work or fight. And then you always sigh, when it gives you all your smiles? Life is nothing but a trap of time, like a still and wavy movement of a flying kite. Why are you so satisfied, of what you have and what you don't like, and not eager to find your doubts? If you're not so coward, then why commit so many suicides, and more, without a reason! Life is a precious gift of almighty. It's given once you know, we all know, but you waste it? Why don't you walk like a king? And talk like you don't care whomsoever the king maybe. It is you and only you, to find the courage within. Life is not a bed of roses, but an eventful history of one's time. It is a mystery. And a combination of heart and brain, without even one life goes in vain. Life is not a piece of cake, but experience, experiment and expectation. So use your experience in your experiment and reach your expectation without losing your self-exploration. Life is a history and history repeats itself. It has its trials and tribulations and you should have courage to face them. Then why do you cry and cry, for every trifle reason? Every problem is born with a solution. And you just have to find the one, and lead your life with assurance. For it is not the one you long for, but it is always waiting.
