Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Journeys
Could a journey be complete without angst or temporary joy?
The Sun shall rise again just as it would set but the the stars would only fade and reappear as soon as its song sung..
A sparkle dropped !
A whiff of memories could be astounding with its aromatic flavours and hue-full shades.
Gently curving a thought and ringing the tune of a famous Song.
Not many could appreciate the value of a heartfelt memory.
But the serenity of It is in-compared.
Remembering a Moment, is like watching a play through a slide Show.
The image that leads, the Pictures that follow, the scent that marks the year and the
sounds surrounding it.
That wave of time draws you in, through a bed of sand..caressing those hidden thoughts, oscillating between what was and what is.
If only Time could be reversed. . .
Love would be different,
repetition would have meaning,
respect would have a new agenda and
realization would hit rock bottom
before it gets layered by fresh sediments.
Remember It all.
It could be sparkling sand !
Pixie
Sedated by the desire of a rose from yesterday.
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Gently curving a thought and ringing the tune of a famous Song.
Not many could appreciate the value of a heartfelt memory.
But the serenity of It is in-compared.
Remembering a Moment, is like watching a play through a slide Show.
The image that leads, the Pictures that follow, the scent that marks the year and the
sounds surrounding it.
That wave of time draws you in, through a bed of sand..caressing those hidden thoughts, oscillating between what was and what is.
If only Time could be reversed. . .
Love would be different,
repetition would have meaning,
respect would have a new agenda and
realization would hit rock bottom
before it gets layered by fresh sediments.
Remember It all.
It could be sparkling sand !
Pixie
Sedated by the desire of a rose from yesterday.
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A view from The Bridge !
It doesn't matter if God made us or we were made by science. The contours of our race is indeed something to be studied. The ability to take control seems to have been the first centrifugal point of focus in each individual.
There's never a moment, while we live, that our mind cements itself away from influence. Most often than not the persistence, another being has on the mind is alarming.
A constant presence, a continuous nudge and an accelerated process.There may be times when one might want to rationalize the occurrence of repetition.
But would there ever be an apt answer ?
An answer socially acceptable ?
The impulse to appreciate an ancient cultural segregation of a person's life is almost impossible to subdue.
(Bramahacharyam, Grihaprastham, Vaanaprastham, Sanyaasam)
But with the birth of humans came the birth of avarice and desire.
There lies the never-ending search of an impractical combination of the practice of life laced with calculation, covetousness and possibility.
One without another heads towards partial sainthood. None without each other presents the perfect human being.
The quest for higher reason has no sufficient vernacular understanding.
Again comes hope, promise and desire to the rescue.
in this case capacity is not measured but experienced
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There's never a moment, while we live, that our mind cements itself away from influence. Most often than not the persistence, another being has on the mind is alarming.
A constant presence, a continuous nudge and an accelerated process.There may be times when one might want to rationalize the occurrence of repetition.
But would there ever be an apt answer ?
An answer socially acceptable ?
The impulse to appreciate an ancient cultural segregation of a person's life is almost impossible to subdue.
(Bramahacharyam, Grihaprastham, Vaanaprastham, Sanyaasam)
But with the birth of humans came the birth of avarice and desire.
There lies the never-ending search of an impractical combination of the practice of life laced with calculation, covetousness and possibility.
One without another heads towards partial sainthood. None without each other presents the perfect human being.
The quest for higher reason has no sufficient vernacular understanding.
Again comes hope, promise and desire to the rescue.
in this case capacity is not measured but experienced
201112
0835
Monday, August 20, 2012
It just needs to feel Good !
As the Dark clouds parted and the sun's rays squirmed through trees and windows, the less travelled road seemed nonexistent.
Eons of love, stories of forever more and an underplayed occurrence climbed out of its burrow. Sheathed from the public heart but not from the Public eye.
A rise in the level of consciousness. A consciousness that was spreading beyond here and now. A Horizon that was touching an invisible boundary.
But of what ?
What could be right was pronounced wrong because it merely followed the guidelines of all the past centuries. A way out, would be foolish to look for.
Ridicule, scorn and hate would be the only followers in such a vicinity. A not so desirous set of friends to live with.
Nothing is wrong if It feels good. A Statement of Relief at this very Moment of need.
If life is what It is claimed to be ..Short !! Then we have but little Time to do It all and feel good.
For what is this four letter Word.. if at the end of a lifetime you don't retire feeling good ??
One foot in the grave saying "am climbing in..the journey felt good" is Far Better than lying in there having passed On saying " It was OK"
For now I will sing...
I want to feel good !! I will !
Eons of love, stories of forever more and an underplayed occurrence climbed out of its burrow. Sheathed from the public heart but not from the Public eye.
A rise in the level of consciousness. A consciousness that was spreading beyond here and now. A Horizon that was touching an invisible boundary.
But of what ?
What could be right was pronounced wrong because it merely followed the guidelines of all the past centuries. A way out, would be foolish to look for.
Ridicule, scorn and hate would be the only followers in such a vicinity. A not so desirous set of friends to live with.
Nothing is wrong if It feels good. A Statement of Relief at this very Moment of need.
If life is what It is claimed to be ..Short !! Then we have but little Time to do It all and feel good.
For what is this four letter Word.. if at the end of a lifetime you don't retire feeling good ??
One foot in the grave saying "am climbing in..the journey felt good" is Far Better than lying in there having passed On saying " It was OK"
For now I will sing...
I want to feel good !! I will !
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
a lil something that matters
Some things never find their way towards the doors of change. A possibility of shaded and grayed memory might encircle the moment but the stock remains.
Brethren could be thick, blood could be thicker, but the soul remains...steadfast and uncluttered!
Conceit, an attribute one can be born with. To look into any pair of eyes and see oneself could be genius or pure folly. Either way that path is not far from emphatic.
Does the cause affect ? Does the effect affect ?
There shall come a mountain in time with a little little crack, for hearts and souls to disappear. A passage through which light will shine but only after it is sought.
Then once the ray shows itself... looking back wouldn't be such a bad feeling.
Until then........................... wince, grit, grin and bear!
Brethren could be thick, blood could be thicker, but the soul remains...steadfast and uncluttered!
Conceit, an attribute one can be born with. To look into any pair of eyes and see oneself could be genius or pure folly. Either way that path is not far from emphatic.
Does the cause affect ? Does the effect affect ?
There shall come a mountain in time with a little little crack, for hearts and souls to disappear. A passage through which light will shine but only after it is sought.
Then once the ray shows itself... looking back wouldn't be such a bad feeling.
Until then........................... wince, grit, grin and bear!
BMS
As the grains of time shuffle under the reins of existence,
a mellow tinge of what may be, lights up a spark in the heart. A probability suddenly seems a täd interesting than an actuality.
A distant imäge echos the Realms of desire.
The Image, being conceived räther than viewed.
May The wanderer be ever so lucky as to find a road less travelled. Unexpected branches of hurt, joy and confusion make that tree of life, watered and expectant.
Could there be a cloud of love Or just a worn out Dove ?
A rainbow painted grey,
with breaths full of sighs
to reach and teach a heart,
To love until It dies.
And still we wager a lonely soul,
To linger on till It finds its stole.
Body .. Mind .. Soul !
Bodied.. Mind and .. Sold !
a mellow tinge of what may be, lights up a spark in the heart. A probability suddenly seems a täd interesting than an actuality.
A distant imäge echos the Realms of desire.
The Image, being conceived räther than viewed.
May The wanderer be ever so lucky as to find a road less travelled. Unexpected branches of hurt, joy and confusion make that tree of life, watered and expectant.
Could there be a cloud of love Or just a worn out Dove ?
A rainbow painted grey,
with breaths full of sighs
to reach and teach a heart,
To love until It dies.
And still we wager a lonely soul,
To linger on till It finds its stole.
Body .. Mind .. Soul !
Bodied.. Mind and .. Sold !
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Flying Baby Elephants.
My interpretation of Lord Shiva at a certain time.
Flying above gaseous bubbles, the white forest seems thin. Looking far into this land of the lord as baby elephants scrimp their eyes and flap their wings just as their daddies would do to frighten the climbers.
As one goes through the time-tablet of oscillation, a distant calling is heard with the sound of a bell ! The calling from the white mountain ! A calling that makes you open your eyes to a land, a land of purgatory.
Why this war of who and what ? Why this possession of the almighty when the entire river bed has his sediments in different patches and colours ?
Passage of Spirits, their delays of passing on and their protection, all have their journeys to be completed !!
Sitting on the white clouded elephant, we must be being laughed at !!
Flying above gaseous bubbles, the white forest seems thin. Looking far into this land of the lord as baby elephants scrimp their eyes and flap their wings just as their daddies would do to frighten the climbers.
As one goes through the time-tablet of oscillation, a distant calling is heard with the sound of a bell ! The calling from the white mountain ! A calling that makes you open your eyes to a land, a land of purgatory.
Why this war of who and what ? Why this possession of the almighty when the entire river bed has his sediments in different patches and colours ?
Passage of Spirits, their delays of passing on and their protection, all have their journeys to be completed !!
Sitting on the white clouded elephant, we must be being laughed at !!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
and so she said ...
One cold winter morning while the world went about its morning business', she sat with her back against a cream wall. Eyes closed, breath calm, pulsed witness to a social forbidding !
A lid of protection hovered about her. The battle of deeds filled her thoughts. But a sense of forthrightness swelled her into clear affirmation !
There was nothing to change, just a slight alteration of directions. Her, so far, rigid mind needed to be untangled and set free for once knots are tied the only thing left to be free is, one's mind !
However, this battle of deeds left her cross, frowned and wrinkled, lurking for consolidated moments of solitude and ignorance !
One thought - that raced every other and stood first in the race was that.. If one's soul is knotted, then one's body is one's own. Or if one's body is knotted then one's soul is one's own. Either ways, either one belonged to her. Even the choice of which one ?
Body or soul.... Let the mind decide!
A lid of protection hovered about her. The battle of deeds filled her thoughts. But a sense of forthrightness swelled her into clear affirmation !
There was nothing to change, just a slight alteration of directions. Her, so far, rigid mind needed to be untangled and set free for once knots are tied the only thing left to be free is, one's mind !
However, this battle of deeds left her cross, frowned and wrinkled, lurking for consolidated moments of solitude and ignorance !
One thought - that raced every other and stood first in the race was that.. If one's soul is knotted, then one's body is one's own. Or if one's body is knotted then one's soul is one's own. Either ways, either one belonged to her. Even the choice of which one ?
Body or soul.... Let the mind decide!
Friday, February 24, 2012
Twin Blades !
She swaggered her sway and threw her shoulders back announcing her nonchalant consideration of
everything around her. A distant glance into her perfect future and a raised brow of pride. Ready to wave
her hand into a resounding slap onto any face of disapproval!
Stopping by a glass window, she glanced at her master. Half a
curve on her luscious lips and a shy flick of her fringe reminded her of the present moment. The one with
the drop of a decision hanging dangerously low. To create or to destroy ? To begin or to end?
She stood tall in the land of purgation, hands spread open thanking the presence of the cosmic cloud that
hung above her.
Three sharp rays of compassion and one trickling stream of serenity lead to a view beyond the horizon,
beyond today, beyond...
Tears and laughter made her whole, confident and complete. She loved and she hated but she promised a
full life nevertheless. Hence the smirk and two beaded eyes with a vision to live it out.
Either Short and Sweet or
Long and Fabulous !!
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Long and Fabulous !!
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peace of mind!
A paradoxical evil monk once said that "we make our own destiny"
The key to anything good bad or ugly is kept in a sachet buried deep inside the mind.
Destiny's directions are taken seriously from the mind... But where the mind is..could the heart be far away ?
Who defines the character of this Destiny? The heart or the mind? When one seems right, could the other be wrong?
The urge to catch up with desire shudders with excitement. If only the destination of desire were to be destiny ...every soul would take a road.
Some minds make peace of mind a destiny.
Mind the peace.. Mind that piece of mind !
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The key to anything good bad or ugly is kept in a sachet buried deep inside the mind.
Destiny's directions are taken seriously from the mind... But where the mind is..could the heart be far away ?
Who defines the character of this Destiny? The heart or the mind? When one seems right, could the other be wrong?
The urge to catch up with desire shudders with excitement. If only the destination of desire were to be destiny ...every soul would take a road.
Some minds make peace of mind a destiny.
Mind the peace.. Mind that piece of mind !
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Friday, February 17, 2012
That One line Night !
The story began thus ...
On a bright sunny morning, as chimes swung against the light breeze ...a ray of comprehension slid through the window, of the fact that One can write only what one feels. Although imagination is the key to variety and spice, the creation of it all begins from within ! Premonition, lust and mystery !
Stealthy glances sprinkled with halved curves and twinkles around the mind waiting to make their moves. Suddenly a captured peep lead to glazing moments of greed wanting more.. Wanting much more.
A thumping evening of tunes and rhythms that danced to and sang their own song. Occasional shivers down the spine and plentiful flowers blossomed with every passing moment. Addicted.. Yes.. To what or rather...to whom !!
An aura of energy filled every atom of space. Gliding through light and darkness but being in darkness while in light.
How somethings in life don't seem obvious! But all of a sudden it could be nothing but that !! Well, as it has been said.. You never see what is in front of you until it vanishes !!
But this one night nothing vanished.. It only reappeared in new light !
That one Chocolate bar night... Extended a discovery, a soft and tender discovery waiting to be analysed completely.
On a bright sunny morning, as chimes swung against the light breeze ...a ray of comprehension slid through the window, of the fact that One can write only what one feels. Although imagination is the key to variety and spice, the creation of it all begins from within ! Premonition, lust and mystery !
Stealthy glances sprinkled with halved curves and twinkles around the mind waiting to make their moves. Suddenly a captured peep lead to glazing moments of greed wanting more.. Wanting much more.
A thumping evening of tunes and rhythms that danced to and sang their own song. Occasional shivers down the spine and plentiful flowers blossomed with every passing moment. Addicted.. Yes.. To what or rather...to whom !!
An aura of energy filled every atom of space. Gliding through light and darkness but being in darkness while in light.
How somethings in life don't seem obvious! But all of a sudden it could be nothing but that !! Well, as it has been said.. You never see what is in front of you until it vanishes !!
But this one night nothing vanished.. It only reappeared in new light !
That one Chocolate bar night... Extended a discovery, a soft and tender discovery waiting to be analysed completely.
Halo-ed Moon
An occasional vroom of wheels and a horn try their best to puncture the soft melodies that resound aloud around the consciousness. But all in vain! The glittering sand and red pebbles let the moon shine its light on them making the ground a scene to see.
A pale and grim understanding, of people and their relationships, crawls through this deafening silence. If solitude decides to strike, no doors are left unclosed for even a feather for company ! In that solitude the waves of sorrow and pensive whiffs take form. But the mind is the choice of weapon. Ready to battle down any barrier while bells ring and the departed souls watch on.
As the silence is deafening, a circular energy of the cosmic world swirls to pour forth smiles and clouds of clarity.
You only need to look within !
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
A Commoner's concept of Individual Consciousness !
The heightened thought of consumption by itself could have elevated the consciousness ! A sudden awareness of the body and its warmth infuse the annoying thought of good or bad, right or wrong !
Let the stage be set for a journey that saw the light of day, night and twilight !
As the ground shook into non-existent forms and squares became volatile shapes and sizes, four walls transformed into a world of eye popping pictures !
As time crawled at snails pace, Heath Ledger arrived on his chariot of clouds.. The umbrella skies opened the act with him lying on a cloud as joker ! That pretty much set the mood for the evening ! While baby elephants and dinosaurs kept an eye on their viewership one evil cloud demanded most attention !
The skies closed and the umbrella folded ...parting ways and making space for the green fields. Long sharp sword like grass blades, green at the base yet tinted with yellow glazing the corneas with farther vision. As thoughts clambered up heavily for this boat ride...the green fields parted with a brush of hands into the beginning of a dense forest. The wind whistled and the trees sent word for every live soul to be embraced. Treetops covered the sky, Heath Ledger was left to fume. For entry was barred for anyone who frowned.
As one swept the leaves and entered caves, curved diamonds and precious gems presented themselves in shades of purple and dusted sun yellow right against the lower corners of a circular cave. Concentric circles and swerving inventions intended to convince the unconvinced that not all paths of life lie in the region of control. The Horizon indeed cannot be touched but felt !
Thin lines of clouds painted itself into the background of the pitch ..allowing the skies to bow down to the Lord ! As the mountains of Tibet and the necklaces of The Everest showered the earth with heart-swelling glimpses of the destroyer ! He wrestled the pain of his devotee within a performance of saltation, his dance and made the earth tremble... but whipped a wall of protection around his beloveds. Dark long body, furnished with long braids and crowned with a beaded rudraksha mala . . . His weapon, his moon, his drum, his breath and a dance that defined his world ! A dance that made him part of you and you a part of him. The skies danced with him above the snowy mountains. A trance, a journey ...a meditative creation! Hands folded, eyes closed, legs crossed and a pattern of breathing that knew no pauses... Shiva... My Shiva...Lord Shiva !!!
Time ceased.. Years passed through minutes and softened whispers became loud and penetrative, as the travelling mind fell upon a bodied soul, a wary awareness filled the heart.
Love sprouted hand and legs.
Let the stage be set for a journey that saw the light of day, night and twilight !
As the ground shook into non-existent forms and squares became volatile shapes and sizes, four walls transformed into a world of eye popping pictures !
As time crawled at snails pace, Heath Ledger arrived on his chariot of clouds.. The umbrella skies opened the act with him lying on a cloud as joker ! That pretty much set the mood for the evening ! While baby elephants and dinosaurs kept an eye on their viewership one evil cloud demanded most attention !
The skies closed and the umbrella folded ...parting ways and making space for the green fields. Long sharp sword like grass blades, green at the base yet tinted with yellow glazing the corneas with farther vision. As thoughts clambered up heavily for this boat ride...the green fields parted with a brush of hands into the beginning of a dense forest. The wind whistled and the trees sent word for every live soul to be embraced. Treetops covered the sky, Heath Ledger was left to fume. For entry was barred for anyone who frowned.
As one swept the leaves and entered caves, curved diamonds and precious gems presented themselves in shades of purple and dusted sun yellow right against the lower corners of a circular cave. Concentric circles and swerving inventions intended to convince the unconvinced that not all paths of life lie in the region of control. The Horizon indeed cannot be touched but felt !
Thin lines of clouds painted itself into the background of the pitch ..allowing the skies to bow down to the Lord ! As the mountains of Tibet and the necklaces of The Everest showered the earth with heart-swelling glimpses of the destroyer ! He wrestled the pain of his devotee within a performance of saltation, his dance and made the earth tremble... but whipped a wall of protection around his beloveds. Dark long body, furnished with long braids and crowned with a beaded rudraksha mala . . . His weapon, his moon, his drum, his breath and a dance that defined his world ! A dance that made him part of you and you a part of him. The skies danced with him above the snowy mountains. A trance, a journey ...a meditative creation! Hands folded, eyes closed, legs crossed and a pattern of breathing that knew no pauses... Shiva... My Shiva...Lord Shiva !!!
Time ceased.. Years passed through minutes and softened whispers became loud and penetrative, as the travelling mind fell upon a bodied soul, a wary awareness filled the heart.
Love sprouted hand and legs.
Absence created passion.
Passion created the urge
and now..one awaits the forest...
Just to be whole again !
Om Namah Shivah !
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Cruising !!
I am a Literature student..but I prefer not to read between the lines...cause I am the lines !
Intuition could never be just a passing thought !! It is but a whirlpool of conscious cosmic energy. Bringing together body, mind and soul.
A thought now and the action later but sources different !
Cosmically connected..electrically divided ...but together nevertheless !!
..................reading between the lines ........................
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