In silence..with mometary quietus ..
Contemplate , ponder , discuss
In a single leap of thought..I traverse..
with a single line of poetry ..lands of emotions diverse.
The narrow boundary between love and hate..
The subtle distinction between overflow and satiate..
The slightly skewed self-communication..
A soliloquy ....a "me" in conversation
to pause at every crumple ...to further crease the memory,
every smile or tear captured...to compile the final story..
to smoothen out certain folds..that disturb the process of thought..
to fill in emotions where nothing remains..to calm a thirsty drought..
to arrange..to organise..all in the unwritten chronicles of the mind..
to gather some newer parts of self...to leave some old ones ...behind..
to mourn at what broke..my crystal vase of hope and light..
to remember its delicacy..and my foolish childish delight..
to let some colors in....from the pack of my childhood things
to set free some imagination...borrowed from the gift of wings ..
to hear the echo of laughter old ..
to remember secrets never shared or told..
to smile and cry together...to thus entertain confusion..
to hurriedly edit inundated sentiments...to clear the blurred vision
to rationalize..to sympathise..with idealism wounded and hurt ,
to learn to be accepting....of that occasional speck of dirt..
the half-hearted oscillations about where reality lives,
superimposed upon the creatively crafted ...the perceptions she forcefully gives..
to still learn to preserve and gradually own...
in the guise of circumstance...weeds of thoughts that have grown..
to recollect some..to still feel the anguish
to succumb to the darkness that gnaws..to then fail to distinguish..
to search for pure oblivion....forgetfulness as a defence..
to end the interaction in haste..to welcome a blissful ignorance
This occasional glimpse into those hidden thoughts...
which I not everyday unlock and see...
a little step of my eternal journey with myself...
of someday...discovering "me"...
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
TO BE BORN A RIVER ..
The Ganges at sunset looks very beautiful..the rays of the setting sun create an orangish luminescence on her surface....
How would it be to be born a river..and witness this each day...
To be born a river, to wander for destinations,
To just be pure water , oblivious of stern definitions.
Pristine in form , bathed in sunlight,
the calm sheath unaware of the shimmering orange bright,
To carve a path , to leave a mark
colorless in my hands, black at dark.
To witness sunset and sunrise across her vast expanse,
The graceful meandering poses to humble and entrance,
To dwell with the starry skies at night,
To weave dreams of the silvery moonlight,
To be dressed in the silk of an exquisite elegance,
To roar in agony and then the powerless pretence,
To share aquaintance with the bird that flew,
To hum the song of the winter wind that blew.
To dictate the banks, to know their spread,
To lead with wisdom and yet still be led.
To know the boats that glide so swift,
to feel the pulse of the silent currents that drift.
by night, by day,
a constant momentum invited forever to stay.
to have no beginning, to have no end
to discover the pleasure of acknowledging each bend,
to hold in sacred trust , the deep secrets of the land,
to satiate, to nurture, the parched dry sand.
water upon water, thus to feel rain ,
one with itself, the sprinkled easing of pain.
Translucent watery eyes, with floating ,changing dreams,
they own none, just mirrors to the cast themes.
She has a story she never tells,
she shapes a rock but never dwells.
The detached attachment of a wanderer true,
She speaks to heaven's across the blue
She charts her own course , free to flow,
But only of the ocean she must know.
To merge and still contain,
To give up and still refrain.
to own an identity beyond what engulfs her whole,
to exist an existence she casually from the mountains stole,
to mystify with her raw sanctity,
childish anger, sacred divinity
to hold many names , to still elude description
to just tame water and yet kindle imagination.
an enormity beyond what my perception can deliver,
I smile at the evening thought ..."to be born a river" ..
How would it be to be born a river..and witness this each day...
To be born a river, to wander for destinations,
To just be pure water , oblivious of stern definitions.
Pristine in form , bathed in sunlight,
the calm sheath unaware of the shimmering orange bright,
To carve a path , to leave a mark
colorless in my hands, black at dark.
To witness sunset and sunrise across her vast expanse,
The graceful meandering poses to humble and entrance,
To dwell with the starry skies at night,
To weave dreams of the silvery moonlight,
To be dressed in the silk of an exquisite elegance,
To roar in agony and then the powerless pretence,
To share aquaintance with the bird that flew,
To hum the song of the winter wind that blew.
To dictate the banks, to know their spread,
To lead with wisdom and yet still be led.
To know the boats that glide so swift,
to feel the pulse of the silent currents that drift.
by night, by day,
a constant momentum invited forever to stay.
to have no beginning, to have no end
to discover the pleasure of acknowledging each bend,
to hold in sacred trust , the deep secrets of the land,
to satiate, to nurture, the parched dry sand.
water upon water, thus to feel rain ,
one with itself, the sprinkled easing of pain.
Translucent watery eyes, with floating ,changing dreams,
they own none, just mirrors to the cast themes.
She has a story she never tells,
she shapes a rock but never dwells.
The detached attachment of a wanderer true,
She speaks to heaven's across the blue
She charts her own course , free to flow,
But only of the ocean she must know.
To merge and still contain,
To give up and still refrain.
to own an identity beyond what engulfs her whole,
to exist an existence she casually from the mountains stole,
to mystify with her raw sanctity,
childish anger, sacred divinity
to hold many names , to still elude description
to just tame water and yet kindle imagination.
an enormity beyond what my perception can deliver,
I smile at the evening thought ..."to be born a river" ..
Friday, February 16, 2007
IN CHAOS, IN ORDER ...
"It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order--and yet, deep inside the chaos lurks an even eerier type of order. "
What is the limit to the resolution of perception
how to define perfection in understanding precision.
What is the dimension of multiple linked lines of thought,
how to smoothen the differences two different perspectives brought.
What is the limit of order
How to clearly set a definite border.
How to quantify , How to read,
Numbers that have been beyond limits freed.
How to not simply talk of infinity
But be well aquainted in a relation of simplicity.
How to erase the curves of questions,
With that single answer to all their versions.
How to integrate beyond imagination ,
The divide in the continuum of flow, this eerie distinction.
Where this melts , the difference ceases to exist,
Where visions beyond this reality begin to persist,
Where all this converges into a single enlightenment
a single explanation for every inexplicable development.
If I could grasp, If I could know
with an intuitive intimacy, the pattern in which complexities grow.
In calculative deductions, the touch of the artistic,
In the realms of logic, the first steps of the mystic.
to visit this borderline between madness and sanity,
to witness the arrival of a permanent eternity.
To live in that knowledge , to revere its gifts,
The immaculate understanding that never alters or drifts.
Thats all i seek , thats all i want to see..
The underlying mechanism that runs this world of thee.
In chaos , In order ,
in learning , in wonder ,
In humbling inspiration
In my ignorance and its realization.
In whatever beyond possiblity that could ever be..
In all my entangled definitions...just abide with me..
"Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Heaven's morning breaks, and Earth's vain shadows flee!
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me."
What is the limit to the resolution of perception
how to define perfection in understanding precision.
What is the dimension of multiple linked lines of thought,
how to smoothen the differences two different perspectives brought.
What is the limit of order
How to clearly set a definite border.
How to quantify , How to read,
Numbers that have been beyond limits freed.
How to not simply talk of infinity
But be well aquainted in a relation of simplicity.
How to erase the curves of questions,
With that single answer to all their versions.
How to integrate beyond imagination ,
The divide in the continuum of flow, this eerie distinction.
Where this melts , the difference ceases to exist,
Where visions beyond this reality begin to persist,
Where all this converges into a single enlightenment
a single explanation for every inexplicable development.
If I could grasp, If I could know
with an intuitive intimacy, the pattern in which complexities grow.
In calculative deductions, the touch of the artistic,
In the realms of logic, the first steps of the mystic.
to visit this borderline between madness and sanity,
to witness the arrival of a permanent eternity.
To live in that knowledge , to revere its gifts,
The immaculate understanding that never alters or drifts.
Thats all i seek , thats all i want to see..
The underlying mechanism that runs this world of thee.
In chaos , In order ,
in learning , in wonder ,
In humbling inspiration
In my ignorance and its realization.
In whatever beyond possiblity that could ever be..
In all my entangled definitions...just abide with me..
"Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Heaven's morning breaks, and Earth's vain shadows flee!
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me."
Saturday, February 10, 2007
THE BOOK REVIEW..
A casual thought, a slight remark,
stern demarcation by a comparison stark,
The smell of fresh print..... the strange delight,
Text read under shadows of a dim yellow light.
Thoughts reinforced, thoughts created,
opinions discarded, ideals venerated .
The book and me , alone.. inspite of the din,
Weaving a pattern of emotions...we thus begin
.....................................................................................
The first page begins with a dedication,
the rest vulnerable and open to interpretation
the ink changes, even the handwriting often,
smudged with tears.. the pages soften.
in so many thoughful mirrors; multiple reflections,
with time some fade, mere optical illusions,
some crosswords confront, some words perplex,
unsaid understanding yields to a vocabulary complex.
The words are known , by meaning well,
But their precise purpose is difficult to tell.
To grasp the core , and leave the rest,
In least words , conviction conveys the best.
flip a few more, still the constancy prevails,
through the entwined accounts, a single theme pervades.
that theme, that crystallised agglomeration,
to dreams, to life , to light : an eternal affirmation.
stories begin , chapters end,
with changing seasons, changing trend,
but a dry petal, leaves preserved ,
bookmarked notes, instances well-observed.
underlined in pencil, some line of thought,
erased after a while, the meaning no more sought.
All these seek a definition beyond it all,
reaching high without claiming tall.
A fruitful journey, the path to realization.
a few digressions , and "self-preservation"
Turn back a few pages, reassurance,
that single binding thread, her presence,
All pages are in white ahead,
And the last has not yet been read.
Enough written , enough told,
dreams shared, this page I fold
...........................................................................
To complete, to conclude, to judge anew,
Time shall be back....to refresh, to renew
these closing lines for" the Book Review".
stern demarcation by a comparison stark,
The smell of fresh print..... the strange delight,
Text read under shadows of a dim yellow light.
Thoughts reinforced, thoughts created,
opinions discarded, ideals venerated .
The book and me , alone.. inspite of the din,
Weaving a pattern of emotions...we thus begin
.....................................................................................
The first page begins with a dedication,
the rest vulnerable and open to interpretation
the ink changes, even the handwriting often,
smudged with tears.. the pages soften.
in so many thoughful mirrors; multiple reflections,
with time some fade, mere optical illusions,
some crosswords confront, some words perplex,
unsaid understanding yields to a vocabulary complex.
The words are known , by meaning well,
But their precise purpose is difficult to tell.
To grasp the core , and leave the rest,
In least words , conviction conveys the best.
flip a few more, still the constancy prevails,
through the entwined accounts, a single theme pervades.
that theme, that crystallised agglomeration,
to dreams, to life , to light : an eternal affirmation.
stories begin , chapters end,
with changing seasons, changing trend,
but a dry petal, leaves preserved ,
bookmarked notes, instances well-observed.
underlined in pencil, some line of thought,
erased after a while, the meaning no more sought.
All these seek a definition beyond it all,
reaching high without claiming tall.
A fruitful journey, the path to realization.
a few digressions , and "self-preservation"
Turn back a few pages, reassurance,
that single binding thread, her presence,
All pages are in white ahead,
And the last has not yet been read.
Enough written , enough told,
dreams shared, this page I fold
...........................................................................
To complete, to conclude, to judge anew,
Time shall be back....to refresh, to renew
these closing lines for" the Book Review".
Saturday, January 20, 2007
IN SEARCH OF..
Khoj
In search of..
an ephemeral eternity,
an artificial tranquility,
cherished silences,
well-meant promises.
In search of..
the moon on a moonless night,
the inner light in the outer bright.
sunshine on a cloudy winter day,
Some childhood games I still can play.
In search of..
the ability to see and discern
the first lesson I am yet to learn.
belief faith patience
beyond words stories pretence.
In search of..
me myself mine
curvature in a straight line.
the supreme equation
the clarity in that single definition.
In search of..
the faith beyond reason,
the never changing season.
the forgotten indictment,
the final judgement.
In search of..
realigned emotions,
vivid visions.
an understanding without attempt,
Acceptance without contempt.
In search of..
The burden of reality,
borne with a humbling tenacity,
Beauty in all simplicity,
Innocent rawness in creativity.
Honesty in appreciation,
A delicately succint expression.
In search of..
The taste of the winds of change,
Circumstances I can craft and arrange.
Illusions that shatter at the first touch,
destinations reached without walking much.
In search of..
the permanent reflection,
the divinity in perfection.
a non-rehearsed presentation,
the first draft of a dedication.
In search of..
amateur painting , jumbled handwriting,
clumsy embriodery, out of tune singing,
unreasonable idealism that clings,
dreams without wax wings.
In search of...
eyes that don't complain,
three dimensions on a single plane.
experiences that don't teach,
empathy without the desire to preach.
In search of..
conclusions for the endless,
dismay in distress,
admissions of blunder that can undo,
the white smeared over the sky-blue.
In search of..
Baffling conundrums , simple solutions.
That Single word , million connotations,
Poetry composed without a thought,
Unstinting support when least expected or sought.
In search of...
the last number I can count,
the most beautiful memory to create and recount,
a rendezvous with life , the every day meet
In search of..
The ground beneath my feet.
In search of..
an ephemeral eternity,
an artificial tranquility,
cherished silences,
well-meant promises.
In search of..
the moon on a moonless night,
the inner light in the outer bright.
sunshine on a cloudy winter day,
Some childhood games I still can play.
In search of..
the ability to see and discern
the first lesson I am yet to learn.
belief faith patience
beyond words stories pretence.
In search of..
me myself mine
curvature in a straight line.
the supreme equation
the clarity in that single definition.
In search of..
the faith beyond reason,
the never changing season.
the forgotten indictment,
the final judgement.
In search of..
realigned emotions,
vivid visions.
an understanding without attempt,
Acceptance without contempt.
In search of..
The burden of reality,
borne with a humbling tenacity,
Beauty in all simplicity,
Innocent rawness in creativity.
Honesty in appreciation,
A delicately succint expression.
In search of..
The taste of the winds of change,
Circumstances I can craft and arrange.
Illusions that shatter at the first touch,
destinations reached without walking much.
In search of..
the permanent reflection,
the divinity in perfection.
a non-rehearsed presentation,
the first draft of a dedication.
In search of..
amateur painting , jumbled handwriting,
clumsy embriodery, out of tune singing,
unreasonable idealism that clings,
dreams without wax wings.
In search of...
eyes that don't complain,
three dimensions on a single plane.
experiences that don't teach,
empathy without the desire to preach.
In search of..
conclusions for the endless,
dismay in distress,
admissions of blunder that can undo,
the white smeared over the sky-blue.
In search of..
Baffling conundrums , simple solutions.
That Single word , million connotations,
Poetry composed without a thought,
Unstinting support when least expected or sought.
In search of...
the last number I can count,
the most beautiful memory to create and recount,
a rendezvous with life , the every day meet
In search of..
The ground beneath my feet.
Friday, June 09, 2006
ON A RAINY DAY....
the meandering movement of a water drop on the surface of a leaf...
the hesistant reality that craves for confirmation..in submission to a belief..
Over the green...the drop rests..along the slight droop..
Some sleepy dream..to wake up....struggles within the thinking loop...
In preparation for the sunshine that will be...
Reflected from the water..some hidden rays i see...
I tighten my grip ..on the umbrella...i wonder about the angle of the rain...
drops of water on my hand....the effort is lost in vain...
I want ...to own and keep ....that leaf I had just seen...
The clouds will take away the day..I just cannot preserve the green...
The umbrella swirls .....and drops fall all around...
Here it is...smiling at me..the hidden memory that I have found...
I want to loosen the hold and let her go free...
Two kids walking in red raincoats ...right ahead I see...
I pick up the leaf now..and put these thoughts on it...
If...if I could hold a coffee mug in both my hands....and pause here and sit...
I brush away ...these silly thoughts...on a rainy day...
With the leaf in one hand....and my umbrella in the other..I smile...and walk away...
On a rainy day......
the hesistant reality that craves for confirmation..in submission to a belief..
Over the green...the drop rests..along the slight droop..
Some sleepy dream..to wake up....struggles within the thinking loop...
In preparation for the sunshine that will be...
Reflected from the water..some hidden rays i see...
I tighten my grip ..on the umbrella...i wonder about the angle of the rain...
drops of water on my hand....the effort is lost in vain...
I want ...to own and keep ....that leaf I had just seen...
The clouds will take away the day..I just cannot preserve the green...
The umbrella swirls .....and drops fall all around...
Here it is...smiling at me..the hidden memory that I have found...
I want to loosen the hold and let her go free...
Two kids walking in red raincoats ...right ahead I see...
I pick up the leaf now..and put these thoughts on it...
If...if I could hold a coffee mug in both my hands....and pause here and sit...
I brush away ...these silly thoughts...on a rainy day...
With the leaf in one hand....and my umbrella in the other..I smile...and walk away...
On a rainy day......
Thursday, June 01, 2006
AT THE END OF THE DAY.....
the smell of tea just made..the entire process of making it....
the day and my optimism about it...the mastered art of faking it...
the type-written words...i can still read the handwriting,
it will be a busy day..i will still miss something...
i look in the crowd...searching ..
in my ears the sound that never was...yearning...
my eyes are moist....somewhere it rains.....
i smile to a stranger..the tear stains...
i match my footsteps with the rhythm of a memory....
i hold myself close to me.....yet thoughts and dreams wander free....
i write some words..i forget the meanings...
i remember them so well..the hundred little things....
i untie what never was bound....
i imagine someone and turn around...
i talk to flowers that i can't pluck or touch even..
i give a thoughful smile to the setting sun......
i wait for a knock..for footsteps and a voice...
it constantly irritates me.....the machine's humming noise...
i learn..to talk to myself..and try to feel okay and nice...
but the pleasure of hearing you speak..this conversation denies...
the more people i see...the more i know..
that me and myself..to a few i completely owe...
how much...i want..my corner of the shore..
i wait..in anticipation..at the open door...
cautious steps ......the bend i often forget...
eaten alone quietly...that meal i regret....
but then....this realization is so precious ...
slowly the cloudy sky clears...
one day...someday....i will write again this way...
when not in memories but in the present my thoughts will play...
the journey of anticipation.....now my steps are faster ...
the breathing is heavier...but still i don't bother....
along this road..straight ahead...the "destination on the way"...
i will wait right there...with some thoughts..."at the end of the day".........
the day and my optimism about it...the mastered art of faking it...
the type-written words...i can still read the handwriting,
it will be a busy day..i will still miss something...
i look in the crowd...searching ..
in my ears the sound that never was...yearning...
my eyes are moist....somewhere it rains.....
i smile to a stranger..the tear stains...
i match my footsteps with the rhythm of a memory....
i hold myself close to me.....yet thoughts and dreams wander free....
i write some words..i forget the meanings...
i remember them so well..the hundred little things....
i untie what never was bound....
i imagine someone and turn around...
i talk to flowers that i can't pluck or touch even..
i give a thoughful smile to the setting sun......
i wait for a knock..for footsteps and a voice...
it constantly irritates me.....the machine's humming noise...
i learn..to talk to myself..and try to feel okay and nice...
but the pleasure of hearing you speak..this conversation denies...
the more people i see...the more i know..
that me and myself..to a few i completely owe...
how much...i want..my corner of the shore..
i wait..in anticipation..at the open door...
cautious steps ......the bend i often forget...
eaten alone quietly...that meal i regret....
but then....this realization is so precious ...
slowly the cloudy sky clears...
one day...someday....i will write again this way...
when not in memories but in the present my thoughts will play...
the journey of anticipation.....now my steps are faster ...
the breathing is heavier...but still i don't bother....
along this road..straight ahead...the "destination on the way"...
i will wait right there...with some thoughts..."at the end of the day".........
Monday, March 13, 2006
TIME...
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace." - Ecclesiastes
I wish to talk to "time" today,
There is a lot I have to ask and say,
Time was "there" when I laughed and played,
Time was "somewhere" when blunders I made,
Time was musing..when I was lost in thought,
Time was ignorant..when with myself I fought.
Time has the colours,it owns the music,
In it.. coexist the ordinary and the artistic.
Time can paint..beautiful days,
Time can wash away my footprints..even on those well-known ways.
Time can be my best company..make me feel so nice..
Time can hurt by not caring..not even looking back as it flies..
Time can weave illusions..it can quietlty hold little dreams,
It can keep silly secrets..then suddenly leave me alone in reality where nothing is at it seems.
Time is the creator ..the one who ignites..
The dark sleeping corners of my thoughts..with a heavenly aura it lights..
Time knows my childhood..it was "then" ...
Time stays with me even now...in the making of "when"..
Sometimes...
It melts my inner tumult and I forget my unanswered queries,
When I see its tranquility...how with an undisturbed equanimity darkness and light it sees.....
It makes me feel so full of follies..the "me" who will always complain..
My failure to accept and understand its moves...with its silent grace it chooses not to explain.
It is eternal..tirelessly it flows..
It showers unexpected happiness and smiles....it renders sudden blows.
Time is the writer...of the pages that are to be my history..
Laughters pains..moments..it unravels my unnoticed,insignificant mystery.
Time is momentary....in beautiful moments that pass too fast,
Time is stationary....in the agony and pain that will for a lifetime last.
Time is 'mine'..with me it stays,
It gives me a new reality to accept ..then my dreams it betrays.
Time is the healer,the one who protects,
first it hurts with a thoughtless ease...then it seemingly regrets.
It sometimes listens when I sing and I say,
It sways with the winds...gives me hope when I pray.
In time I was..I am and I shall be,
Sometimes I want to follow it with closed eyes..sometimes..I yearn to choose and see..
Time is a manifestation...the interpretation that I am left to contemplate,
It is the witness that acknowledges my existence..with neither love nor hate.
With the anxious waiting eyes of a child...I can but only guess,
The days that time weaves for me...for it lies not in my power to blame or bless.
My insignificance becomes a greater realization,
When i understand there is no choice but resignation.
I err and then I listen to memories that make me sad and weak,
Ignoring the present...only the "was" and "will" I seek.
Time is my inner calm..time is turbulence,
time maybe reality...time maybe sheer pretense.
In history..in monuments...in the endless space,
In growth,stagnation..in the gradual wrinkles of a face.
In winter fog..in autumn leaves..day and night,
In anticipation,apprehension...of what has been or what might.
In the now,then,when that I attempt to define here,
The unnoticed moment that passed away silently..someday..somewhere..
It can let thoughts flow freely...without bothering of consequence or importance,
It can just as easily control reality..in the unquestionable guise of circumstance.
Yet,there are some beliefs that time cannot create or make.
The faith in the existence of dreams and ideals,the desire for rainbows it cannot take...
I must rest my case thus......in all humility,
In appreciation and acceptance of this very second..and that unknown eternity.....
In blossoming flowers..in crushed leaves...in agony..in bliss sublime..
In everything around is somewhere hidden...the unchangeable writ of "Time".
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace." - Ecclesiastes
I wish to talk to "time" today,
There is a lot I have to ask and say,
Time was "there" when I laughed and played,
Time was "somewhere" when blunders I made,
Time was musing..when I was lost in thought,
Time was ignorant..when with myself I fought.
Time has the colours,it owns the music,
In it.. coexist the ordinary and the artistic.
Time can paint..beautiful days,
Time can wash away my footprints..even on those well-known ways.
Time can be my best company..make me feel so nice..
Time can hurt by not caring..not even looking back as it flies..
Time can weave illusions..it can quietlty hold little dreams,
It can keep silly secrets..then suddenly leave me alone in reality where nothing is at it seems.
Time is the creator ..the one who ignites..
The dark sleeping corners of my thoughts..with a heavenly aura it lights..
Time knows my childhood..it was "then" ...
Time stays with me even now...in the making of "when"..
Sometimes...
It melts my inner tumult and I forget my unanswered queries,
When I see its tranquility...how with an undisturbed equanimity darkness and light it sees.....
It makes me feel so full of follies..the "me" who will always complain..
My failure to accept and understand its moves...with its silent grace it chooses not to explain.
It is eternal..tirelessly it flows..
It showers unexpected happiness and smiles....it renders sudden blows.
Time is the writer...of the pages that are to be my history..
Laughters pains..moments..it unravels my unnoticed,insignificant mystery.
Time is momentary....in beautiful moments that pass too fast,
Time is stationary....in the agony and pain that will for a lifetime last.
Time is 'mine'..with me it stays,
It gives me a new reality to accept ..then my dreams it betrays.
Time is the healer,the one who protects,
first it hurts with a thoughtless ease...then it seemingly regrets.
It sometimes listens when I sing and I say,
It sways with the winds...gives me hope when I pray.
In time I was..I am and I shall be,
Sometimes I want to follow it with closed eyes..sometimes..I yearn to choose and see..
Time is a manifestation...the interpretation that I am left to contemplate,
It is the witness that acknowledges my existence..with neither love nor hate.
With the anxious waiting eyes of a child...I can but only guess,
The days that time weaves for me...for it lies not in my power to blame or bless.
My insignificance becomes a greater realization,
When i understand there is no choice but resignation.
I err and then I listen to memories that make me sad and weak,
Ignoring the present...only the "was" and "will" I seek.
Time is my inner calm..time is turbulence,
time maybe reality...time maybe sheer pretense.
In history..in monuments...in the endless space,
In growth,stagnation..in the gradual wrinkles of a face.
In winter fog..in autumn leaves..day and night,
In anticipation,apprehension...of what has been or what might.
In the now,then,when that I attempt to define here,
The unnoticed moment that passed away silently..someday..somewhere..
It can let thoughts flow freely...without bothering of consequence or importance,
It can just as easily control reality..in the unquestionable guise of circumstance.
Yet,there are some beliefs that time cannot create or make.
The faith in the existence of dreams and ideals,the desire for rainbows it cannot take...
I must rest my case thus......in all humility,
In appreciation and acceptance of this very second..and that unknown eternity.....
In blossoming flowers..in crushed leaves...in agony..in bliss sublime..
In everything around is somewhere hidden...the unchangeable writ of "Time".
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
...........
words have also left me all alone tonight...
I do not know what it is that i really fight..
only tears i own...they are with me...
they take away a little pain.....i can no longer see...
i know it so well...this pain that pains..
i have heard the thundering skies...mercilessly it rains...
let me fly high...never ever to return...
let me not think,yearn...dream or discern...
let me be all alone....wandering without a destination..
without direction or judgement..let me own the thoughless definition..
i will not surrender ..i will rather in arrogance meet..
the darkness that grows within....my inner defeat...
nothing more to write...no words to express..
no more pain to hide ...no anguish to supress..
i have met and known them all...pain...darkness and fears...
i have seen how reality dissolves dreams...in those incessant tears...
i plead you to send them all away...for a while let me rest...
this fear that kills my dreams....this is my submission to its conquest....
I do not know what it is that i really fight..
only tears i own...they are with me...
they take away a little pain.....i can no longer see...
i know it so well...this pain that pains..
i have heard the thundering skies...mercilessly it rains...
let me fly high...never ever to return...
let me not think,yearn...dream or discern...
let me be all alone....wandering without a destination..
without direction or judgement..let me own the thoughless definition..
i will not surrender ..i will rather in arrogance meet..
the darkness that grows within....my inner defeat...
nothing more to write...no words to express..
no more pain to hide ...no anguish to supress..
i have met and known them all...pain...darkness and fears...
i have seen how reality dissolves dreams...in those incessant tears...
i plead you to send them all away...for a while let me rest...
this fear that kills my dreams....this is my submission to its conquest....
Sunday, January 22, 2006
BE WITH ME...
"..I leave my prayers to him alone,
whose will is wiser than my own."
hold my hand ..so that i do not fall down as i walk
hear me speak when i do not have the words to talk..
do not crush the fallen leaves under your feet...
be with me always...until we shall finally meet...
tell me where do i go..and why...
i fail to understand it all...though i often try..
i do not know the beginning and the end to it all...
that sinking feeling in my heart...as i fall....
the darkness which surrounds me...from outside and within..
the inner silence that echoes in my ears...despite the outside din...
dissolve them together...darkness and light..
indistinguishable now...the bleak and the bright...
the sad smile...laughter and pain...
tears flowing....the rhythm of rain...
the "nothingness" in everything..
the meaning in something...
the sharp bend i cannot see...
moments along the way which haunt me...
in definitions i do not know...
in thoughts that were lost somewhere in the flow...
in what i can perceive and what i cannot see...
in right and wrong...in every moment....."be with me"....
whose will is wiser than my own."
hold my hand ..so that i do not fall down as i walk
hear me speak when i do not have the words to talk..
do not crush the fallen leaves under your feet...
be with me always...until we shall finally meet...
tell me where do i go..and why...
i fail to understand it all...though i often try..
i do not know the beginning and the end to it all...
that sinking feeling in my heart...as i fall....
the darkness which surrounds me...from outside and within..
the inner silence that echoes in my ears...despite the outside din...
dissolve them together...darkness and light..
indistinguishable now...the bleak and the bright...
the sad smile...laughter and pain...
tears flowing....the rhythm of rain...
the "nothingness" in everything..
the meaning in something...
the sharp bend i cannot see...
moments along the way which haunt me...
in definitions i do not know...
in thoughts that were lost somewhere in the flow...
in what i can perceive and what i cannot see...
in right and wrong...in every moment....."be with me"....
Sunday, January 08, 2006
A REMEMBRANCE.........
smriti
The remembrance of someone or something....
a particular fragrance...a thought..a song..or a painting....
that brings back some thoughts lost somewhere within memories.....
like the sweet narration of nursery rhymes and forgotten childhood stories...
I remember....The smell of crayons in my hands..
The mud-palaces made in the sands..
The rusted chains of the swing and that attempt to reach the moon...
never did i know those days would pass-by so soon....
i often search for that silly little girl...who left me all alone...
i thought she would always be by me....but now i find her gone....
i want to collect together some things that i left behind..
in memory of those little pleasures that i will never again find,
its difficult to put in words...what it is all about...
in the attempt to see things in that utopian perspective...i shall fail beyond doubt
Its about... crying breathlessly and not knowing the value of tears..
being in a small ,simple world of your own...sans any fears..
its about..... getting hurt very easily and yet not knowing what is real pain
making paper boats that are sure to sink...and still..dancing about in the rain...
its about.........simplicity ..and a complete absence of complexity...
about ignorance and bliss...that oblivion which "should have been" unto infinity....
I remember... the little doll with big eyes....
the twinking stars high up above in the skies....
Its about... having lots of pencils and still not knowing how to write..
not knowing how words can hurt...easily forgetting the last days' fight..
its about......purity of thought ..and a warmth in the air..that can never again be found
amidst those deafening shouts... that unperturbed laughter that would resound...
its about......always being taught what is right and what is wrong..
yet knowing it better than so many others...the perfect tune of life's song...
i remember...the desire to own chalks of all colours that exist..
not caring whether dreams will ever become reality...having a long wish list.....
its about .......a me and a you...that is now no more....
its about how time changes...and waves fail to define the shore...
its about memories then....which will also soon fade away...
like broken toys .....forgotten friends....and "unmoulded" clay......
I remember......dreams left far behind...
happiness i will never again find...
Deep within...i still yearn for it....to feel once again the rainbathed earth on which I stood,
I long for smelling the wet sand....i long to relive that bygone childhood...
The remembrance of someone or something....
a particular fragrance...a thought..a song..or a painting....
that brings back some thoughts lost somewhere within memories.....
like the sweet narration of nursery rhymes and forgotten childhood stories...
I remember....The smell of crayons in my hands..
The mud-palaces made in the sands..
The rusted chains of the swing and that attempt to reach the moon...
never did i know those days would pass-by so soon....
i often search for that silly little girl...who left me all alone...
i thought she would always be by me....but now i find her gone....
i want to collect together some things that i left behind..
in memory of those little pleasures that i will never again find,
its difficult to put in words...what it is all about...
in the attempt to see things in that utopian perspective...i shall fail beyond doubt
Its about... crying breathlessly and not knowing the value of tears..
being in a small ,simple world of your own...sans any fears..
its about..... getting hurt very easily and yet not knowing what is real pain
making paper boats that are sure to sink...and still..dancing about in the rain...
its about.........simplicity ..and a complete absence of complexity...
about ignorance and bliss...that oblivion which "should have been" unto infinity....
I remember... the little doll with big eyes....
the twinking stars high up above in the skies....
Its about... having lots of pencils and still not knowing how to write..
not knowing how words can hurt...easily forgetting the last days' fight..
its about......purity of thought ..and a warmth in the air..that can never again be found
amidst those deafening shouts... that unperturbed laughter that would resound...
its about......always being taught what is right and what is wrong..
yet knowing it better than so many others...the perfect tune of life's song...
i remember...the desire to own chalks of all colours that exist..
not caring whether dreams will ever become reality...having a long wish list.....
its about .......a me and a you...that is now no more....
its about how time changes...and waves fail to define the shore...
its about memories then....which will also soon fade away...
like broken toys .....forgotten friends....and "unmoulded" clay......
I remember......dreams left far behind...
happiness i will never again find...
Deep within...i still yearn for it....to feel once again the rainbathed earth on which I stood,
I long for smelling the wet sand....i long to relive that bygone childhood...
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I WISH TO BELIEVE.....
when she din't say a word... you did not stop to listen to what she had to say,
she did not call you ...and you never seemed to look her way,
when it was all dark around...you din't notice her reflection,
in her apparent pride and deliberate arrogance u failed to sense the concealed affection
yet there was something in you that heard her speak when it was all quiet,
the appreciation of grace and finesse in all loud and bright....
many things are beautiful because they surpass reason and judgement...
to speak what you never intended to...and not to express what you meant...
there is a magnetic charm that the heavens bestow...
when its that magical moment....when pure emotions flow...
there is maturity..there is deep thought...
a reverence for the object whose affection is sought...
when all in her life went wrong...
when she couldn't be alone for long...
without unwanted words and explanations...
without pretensions and exaggerated expressions...
like a soothing yet silent moonlit night..
you led her once again to light...
what binds you to her...i do not comprehend..
it is because of the inexplicability...that a divine meaning is lend...
to dissolve with time...to occur in destiny...
to conquer fate...to exist in perfect harmony...
she may never still speak....yet her eyes hold...
the reassurance and confidence of having you near...as she sees her life unfold...
that gaze of a woman...with her man by her side...
the pride of being owned..to his will she shall forever abide...
the many words never spoken...between the two of you...
when language fails to express.......and words seem rather too few..
in those moments..in silent times...
i hear the resonating chord...the inner tune that perfectly rhymes....
its all too beautiful in the tale...
when reality beckons....dreams and stories fail.....
in beautiful dreams and in imaginative fantasies...
its all an illusion...for life has its fallacies...
yet the sweet thoughts always remain...
to think of life as joy and hope...and momentarily forget the accompanying pain....
beyond the end..may unto eternity you together sail...
sometimes..i wish to forget reality..... i wish to believe in a fairy-tale...
she did not call you ...and you never seemed to look her way,
when it was all dark around...you din't notice her reflection,
in her apparent pride and deliberate arrogance u failed to sense the concealed affection
yet there was something in you that heard her speak when it was all quiet,
the appreciation of grace and finesse in all loud and bright....
many things are beautiful because they surpass reason and judgement...
to speak what you never intended to...and not to express what you meant...
there is a magnetic charm that the heavens bestow...
when its that magical moment....when pure emotions flow...
there is maturity..there is deep thought...
a reverence for the object whose affection is sought...
when all in her life went wrong...
when she couldn't be alone for long...
without unwanted words and explanations...
without pretensions and exaggerated expressions...
like a soothing yet silent moonlit night..
you led her once again to light...
what binds you to her...i do not comprehend..
it is because of the inexplicability...that a divine meaning is lend...
to dissolve with time...to occur in destiny...
to conquer fate...to exist in perfect harmony...
she may never still speak....yet her eyes hold...
the reassurance and confidence of having you near...as she sees her life unfold...
that gaze of a woman...with her man by her side...
the pride of being owned..to his will she shall forever abide...
the many words never spoken...between the two of you...
when language fails to express.......and words seem rather too few..
in those moments..in silent times...
i hear the resonating chord...the inner tune that perfectly rhymes....
its all too beautiful in the tale...
when reality beckons....dreams and stories fail.....
in beautiful dreams and in imaginative fantasies...
its all an illusion...for life has its fallacies...
yet the sweet thoughts always remain...
to think of life as joy and hope...and momentarily forget the accompanying pain....
beyond the end..may unto eternity you together sail...
sometimes..i wish to forget reality..... i wish to believe in a fairy-tale...
Thursday, November 17, 2005
INTERPRETATIONS......
This is to some (of the many)words that I like .......words that have always turned "on" a definite thought or triggered a certain memory.......words that speak to me sometimes......
to say it all without saying a word...the "abhivyakti" through expressions..
to speak about everything and yet convey nothing .....the many such conversations...
a sudden moment of divine confirmation and nothing more...
no analysis ..no logic or justification.....simply the "anubhuti" pure....
the acceptance of the harsh reality...the "yatharth" that "seems",
the ring of darkness that surrounds a candle flame ...that darkenss that silently kills dreams..
the attempt to synchronize...to tune to perfection...
the "prayatn" beyond time and thought....the purity of dedication....
to say it all without saying a word...the "abhivyakti" through expressions..
to speak about everything and yet convey nothing .....the many such conversations...
a sudden moment of divine confirmation and nothing more...
no analysis ..no logic or justification.....simply the "anubhuti" pure....
the acceptance of the harsh reality...the "yatharth" that "seems",
the ring of darkness that surrounds a candle flame ...that darkenss that silently kills dreams..
the attempt to synchronize...to tune to perfection...
the "prayatn" beyond time and thought....the purity of dedication....
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
ITS NOTHING BUT A CHANGE....
the blossoming of flowers that spring brings,
when a butterfly leaves her cocoon...and spreads her wings..
when i don't want to go away ..yet time does not stop...
when she has to leave her cloud...the downward journey of a rain drop....
its nothing but a change....
when little birds who learn to fly...
leave their nests and reach for the sky...
when it pains to let go of what has been so dear..
when for a moment all i want is to have you near...
its nothing but a change..
when the places ...the streets and the roads i have always walked on..
no more bear my footprints....i have moved far ahead...and those days are gone...
when sometimes...the mirror refuses to know me...
there is an altogether different person i see...
its nothing but a change...
a moment of joy...and then tears..
the sunshine of optimism....then unknown fears...
to move ahead is not my will...
to befriend my fate ..i try still....
every step i take ..every word i speak ...
each day i live....the goals i seek..
seasons..people...colours...all change...
its all a flow.... inevitable and strange...
this momentary confusion..and then a new definition ...
sometimes gradual....sometimes an abrupt transition...
does my life understand me....do i understand her?
when i am hurt and wounded...does she care to bother?
to understand life...is to understand and know change..
for its all nothing ..... but a change.
when a butterfly leaves her cocoon...and spreads her wings..
when i don't want to go away ..yet time does not stop...
when she has to leave her cloud...the downward journey of a rain drop....
its nothing but a change....
when little birds who learn to fly...
leave their nests and reach for the sky...
when it pains to let go of what has been so dear..
when for a moment all i want is to have you near...
its nothing but a change..
when the places ...the streets and the roads i have always walked on..
no more bear my footprints....i have moved far ahead...and those days are gone...
when sometimes...the mirror refuses to know me...
there is an altogether different person i see...
its nothing but a change...
a moment of joy...and then tears..
the sunshine of optimism....then unknown fears...
to move ahead is not my will...
to befriend my fate ..i try still....
every step i take ..every word i speak ...
each day i live....the goals i seek..
seasons..people...colours...all change...
its all a flow.... inevitable and strange...
this momentary confusion..and then a new definition ...
sometimes gradual....sometimes an abrupt transition...
does my life understand me....do i understand her?
when i am hurt and wounded...does she care to bother?
to understand life...is to understand and know change..
for its all nothing ..... but a change.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
TO LIGHT....
to the passion of fire...to the subtle grace of yellow light,
to the inner illumination...to all scintillating and bright..
to the eyes that reflect....expressions so clear,
to the glow of happiness on the face...of someone very dear...
to the silver of the mirror...that can capture moments and reflection..
to the transparency of glass...the light that passes through inspite of the refraction...
to the candlelight flame that slowly dies away...
to the seven colours that are beautifully hidden in a light ray...
to the enlightening power of knowledge....that dispels my inner confusions
to that single light that guides my life...to the unclear horizons...
to the struggling beam that despite the growing darkness survives.
to the first gleam of the morning sun across the dark skies,
to the sheer beauty of the shimmering stars at night...
the tranquil light of the moon...that bathes the earth in white...
to the inner aura and goodness of some people...which brightens up my life too..
to that twinkle of wonder in a child's eyes...the innocence and purity that you can see through...
a word of gratitude to all this...
the light that creates shadows which i tend to miss...
to this light and the darkness which surrounds it....to happiness and prosperity,
to the warmth that illuminates my life..a heartfelt thanks to the grace of the almighty...
to the inner illumination...to all scintillating and bright..
to the eyes that reflect....expressions so clear,
to the glow of happiness on the face...of someone very dear...
to the silver of the mirror...that can capture moments and reflection..
to the transparency of glass...the light that passes through inspite of the refraction...
to the candlelight flame that slowly dies away...
to the seven colours that are beautifully hidden in a light ray...
to the enlightening power of knowledge....that dispels my inner confusions
to that single light that guides my life...to the unclear horizons...
to the struggling beam that despite the growing darkness survives.
to the first gleam of the morning sun across the dark skies,
to the sheer beauty of the shimmering stars at night...
the tranquil light of the moon...that bathes the earth in white...
to the inner aura and goodness of some people...which brightens up my life too..
to that twinkle of wonder in a child's eyes...the innocence and purity that you can see through...
a word of gratitude to all this...
the light that creates shadows which i tend to miss...
to this light and the darkness which surrounds it....to happiness and prosperity,
to the warmth that illuminates my life..a heartfelt thanks to the grace of the almighty...
Saturday, October 22, 2005
SOMETIMES.....
sometimes...
i want to break free,
i want to choose what my life will be,
i want to be lost and never be found,
i want to be the disappointment of the unheard sound,
sometimes...
i want to keep forever the moment that just passed away ,
i want tears to explain what i have never been able to say,
i do not want to take a step ahead,
i just want to close my eyes and simply be led,
sometimes..
i want to escape into my dreams for a while,
i want to feel the exhaustion of walking a long mile,
i want to live the reality that can never be,
to flow like water...uninhibited and free...
sometimes..
i want to be devoid of all awareness,
i want even the slight shadows to be engulfed by darkness
i want to be that moment of sudden realization ,
when lightning strikes suddenly..the short-lived illumination
sometimes...
i want to be the joys that i often desire and always miss,
i want to know the meaning of happiness..the secret of bliss.
i want to be the unusual quiet before a storm,
i want to be the fate of words to which thoughts give depth and form....
sometimes...
i want to be a lifeless painting hung on a wall,
i want to be the last journey of the autumn leaves as they fall,
i want to exist in the perfect sphere of a drop of rain,
i want to ponder why i sometimes seem to like pain...
sometimes...
when i am hurt i understand how difficult it is to smile,
when life pushes me hard ..i yearn to sit down for a while..
during the usual days....amidst the sad and the happy times..
i search for what i really want...i search for these "sometimes"....
i want to break free,
i want to choose what my life will be,
i want to be lost and never be found,
i want to be the disappointment of the unheard sound,
sometimes...
i want to keep forever the moment that just passed away ,
i want tears to explain what i have never been able to say,
i do not want to take a step ahead,
i just want to close my eyes and simply be led,
sometimes..
i want to escape into my dreams for a while,
i want to feel the exhaustion of walking a long mile,
i want to live the reality that can never be,
to flow like water...uninhibited and free...
sometimes..
i want to be devoid of all awareness,
i want even the slight shadows to be engulfed by darkness
i want to be that moment of sudden realization ,
when lightning strikes suddenly..the short-lived illumination
sometimes...
i want to be the joys that i often desire and always miss,
i want to know the meaning of happiness..the secret of bliss.
i want to be the unusual quiet before a storm,
i want to be the fate of words to which thoughts give depth and form....
sometimes...
i want to be a lifeless painting hung on a wall,
i want to be the last journey of the autumn leaves as they fall,
i want to exist in the perfect sphere of a drop of rain,
i want to ponder why i sometimes seem to like pain...
sometimes...
when i am hurt i understand how difficult it is to smile,
when life pushes me hard ..i yearn to sit down for a while..
during the usual days....amidst the sad and the happy times..
i search for what i really want...i search for these "sometimes"....
Monday, October 17, 2005
THE UNREASONABLE SIDE OF REASON........
"its all somewhere between analog and digital...."
boundaries..that define..that confine...
across the continuity that exists...to etch a sharp line..
the feeling of belongingness to a finite space
to recognize those eyes....on that very common face.
a stark difference or a gradual gradation,
to snap a chain of thoughts..or with time..a slow regression.
only precision and no ambiguity,
without the mist that alters perceptions..an unnatural clarity.
let intuition speak....listen to what it has to say,
sometimes..the subtle confusions lead to the right way.
can everything be quantified or bound to specifications,
to hold on to the pains of the past or completely erase the slight impressions..
there is something that logic fails to understand,
the powers that exist beyond it...the lines on the palm of my hand.
difference lends a meaning...a particular interpretation,
it is not forgiving......the irreversible separation,
to aim at accuracy and eliminate the slight variation,
a gaze so deviod of feeling..that it conquers distraction,
to seek a definite form ..a liquid always fails..
some descriptions are meaningless....without the finer details...
there is no truth that is absolute..nothing wrong or right,
just the meanings which we give....a shade darker or bright.
there is something about disorder that cannot be ignored,
though far away from the beautifying exactness ..the humble acceptance of the equilibrium that can never be restored.
the asymmetry that is distinct and raw,
bestowed with the grace of an accidental flaw
precision fails to grasp this deeper meaning that is intrinsic,
in words never spoken...in feelings.....in the imperfect and the artistic.. .
in thoughful thoughtlessness...in overflowing emptiness...
in the rhythm of silence....in undiscovered uniqueness...
it can't be pefection always...all the inseparable shades blend together into one,
the hues of the inevitable presence..of "the unreasonable side of reason".
boundaries..that define..that confine...
across the continuity that exists...to etch a sharp line..
the feeling of belongingness to a finite space
to recognize those eyes....on that very common face.
a stark difference or a gradual gradation,
to snap a chain of thoughts..or with time..a slow regression.
only precision and no ambiguity,
without the mist that alters perceptions..an unnatural clarity.
let intuition speak....listen to what it has to say,
sometimes..the subtle confusions lead to the right way.
can everything be quantified or bound to specifications,
to hold on to the pains of the past or completely erase the slight impressions..
there is something that logic fails to understand,
the powers that exist beyond it...the lines on the palm of my hand.
difference lends a meaning...a particular interpretation,
it is not forgiving......the irreversible separation,
to aim at accuracy and eliminate the slight variation,
a gaze so deviod of feeling..that it conquers distraction,
to seek a definite form ..a liquid always fails..
some descriptions are meaningless....without the finer details...
there is no truth that is absolute..nothing wrong or right,
just the meanings which we give....a shade darker or bright.
there is something about disorder that cannot be ignored,
though far away from the beautifying exactness ..the humble acceptance of the equilibrium that can never be restored.
the asymmetry that is distinct and raw,
bestowed with the grace of an accidental flaw
precision fails to grasp this deeper meaning that is intrinsic,
in words never spoken...in feelings.....in the imperfect and the artistic.. .
in thoughful thoughtlessness...in overflowing emptiness...
in the rhythm of silence....in undiscovered uniqueness...
it can't be pefection always...all the inseparable shades blend together into one,
the hues of the inevitable presence..of "the unreasonable side of reason".
Friday, September 30, 2005
THE BEAUTY ALL AROUND......
" Catch a falling star
and put it in your pocket
and never let it fade away"....
some things are so beautiful....their beauty is innate...
there is something wonderful about them .... which we can't deliberately create.
there is something beautiful in a heart felt smile...
when silence begins to speak....though it may last only a while...
there is something beautiful in the warmth of someone's eyes,
when you want time to stop...and it simply flies...
it is a beautiful feeling to hold a child's hand..
to walk together and leave behind...our footprints in the sand.
it is beautiful to love some people with all your heart...
to create memories that you will cherish lifelong...till the day you part.
when everything goes wrong..and nothing around seems clear..
it is a wonderful feeling to think...that god is always near.
there is a divine beauty in every sunset and sunrise,
it is a very different feeling...to look up at the skies..
there is beauty in prayer and belief,
in the selfless love of those who care during sadness and grief...
there is beauty in the confidence that sends away all fear...
the reassurance that all will be fine..when your hand is held by someone dear,
there is beauty in the leaves that cover the ground after a storm...
there is beauty in pure emotions....to which words fail to give a form...
it is beautiful to observe the perfect synchronization between day and night..
just the right proportion ...of darkness and light...
it is beautiful to understand the sorrows of those you don't even know...
to read someone's thoughts and pain...even when they don't let it show
though everything around has its own beauty and uniqueness..
a cosmic harmony binds us all.....the invisible "oneness"...
its all "your" beauty in different colours..shapes..forms..and impressions..
in movements..gestures...feelings...words...and expressions...
this web of beauty that "you" have woven....brightens my gloomy days....
I can't gather all of it...yet it amazes me always..
hidden...and seldom admired....it deserves to be found,
the beauty in everything and everyone..."the beauty all around".
and put it in your pocket
and never let it fade away"....
some things are so beautiful....their beauty is innate...
there is something wonderful about them .... which we can't deliberately create.
there is something beautiful in a heart felt smile...
when silence begins to speak....though it may last only a while...
there is something beautiful in the warmth of someone's eyes,
when you want time to stop...and it simply flies...
it is a beautiful feeling to hold a child's hand..
to walk together and leave behind...our footprints in the sand.
it is beautiful to love some people with all your heart...
to create memories that you will cherish lifelong...till the day you part.
when everything goes wrong..and nothing around seems clear..
it is a wonderful feeling to think...that god is always near.
there is a divine beauty in every sunset and sunrise,
it is a very different feeling...to look up at the skies..
there is beauty in prayer and belief,
in the selfless love of those who care during sadness and grief...
there is beauty in the confidence that sends away all fear...
the reassurance that all will be fine..when your hand is held by someone dear,
there is beauty in the leaves that cover the ground after a storm...
there is beauty in pure emotions....to which words fail to give a form...
it is beautiful to observe the perfect synchronization between day and night..
just the right proportion ...of darkness and light...
it is beautiful to understand the sorrows of those you don't even know...
to read someone's thoughts and pain...even when they don't let it show
though everything around has its own beauty and uniqueness..
a cosmic harmony binds us all.....the invisible "oneness"...
its all "your" beauty in different colours..shapes..forms..and impressions..
in movements..gestures...feelings...words...and expressions...
this web of beauty that "you" have woven....brightens my gloomy days....
I can't gather all of it...yet it amazes me always..
hidden...and seldom admired....it deserves to be found,
the beauty in everything and everyone..."the beauty all around".
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
ABOUT "ME".....
Am I the constant unreasonable fear that haunts,
in times of happiness.....the apprehension of future that taunts.
Sometimes it seems I do not know "me",
those eyes are mine....yet I do not choose what to see.
Sometimes I feel it is a lifelong discovery,
to understand and comprehend all the shades of "me" completely,
My story has a new chapter everyday
people and circumstances change...with memories I stay.
Sometimes I want to read myself like a book..
to wander in the lands of my thoughts and dreams...and take an inward look.
If "me" were a character that I had to define,
to look at "me"...from a distant view...as if nothing of "me" is mine.
It is so easy to pass judgement on others this way,
but when it comes to "me"..it becomes a difficult say.
"me" is the worst..."me" may be better ,
"me" may make it to the end..."me" may falter.
"me" tries to be good...."me" tries to smile,
yet something disturbs her..the happiness lasts only a while.
"me" is madness sometimes.."me" is sensibility
"me" is silly dreams....."me" is reality.
"me" is so easy to understand...willing to give and accept,
"me" is so unknown ....in well guarded secrets that are kept.
Sometimes "me" doesn't know anything.
Sometimes "me" knows everything.
"me" knows a tough way ahead lies,
in little things to seek happiness..."me" often tries.
"me" thinks..maybe she can..try and achieve,
"me" holds on forever...what she decides to believe
It seems "me" is two people together,
Sometimes one of them speaks...sometimes the other.
There is a "me" to the world...and another to those who know,
only one "me" speaks to everybody...the other to a few only ,will show.
It is a complex conundrum...two selves entwined,
Who the real "me" is...is difficult to find...
in times of happiness.....the apprehension of future that taunts.
Sometimes it seems I do not know "me",
those eyes are mine....yet I do not choose what to see.
Sometimes I feel it is a lifelong discovery,
to understand and comprehend all the shades of "me" completely,
My story has a new chapter everyday
people and circumstances change...with memories I stay.
Sometimes I want to read myself like a book..
to wander in the lands of my thoughts and dreams...and take an inward look.
If "me" were a character that I had to define,
to look at "me"...from a distant view...as if nothing of "me" is mine.
It is so easy to pass judgement on others this way,
but when it comes to "me"..it becomes a difficult say.
"me" is the worst..."me" may be better ,
"me" may make it to the end..."me" may falter.
"me" tries to be good...."me" tries to smile,
yet something disturbs her..the happiness lasts only a while.
"me" is madness sometimes.."me" is sensibility
"me" is silly dreams....."me" is reality.
"me" is so easy to understand...willing to give and accept,
"me" is so unknown ....in well guarded secrets that are kept.
Sometimes "me" doesn't know anything.
Sometimes "me" knows everything.
"me" knows a tough way ahead lies,
in little things to seek happiness..."me" often tries.
"me" thinks..maybe she can..try and achieve,
"me" holds on forever...what she decides to believe
It seems "me" is two people together,
Sometimes one of them speaks...sometimes the other.
There is a "me" to the world...and another to those who know,
only one "me" speaks to everybody...the other to a few only ,will show.
It is a complex conundrum...two selves entwined,
Who the real "me" is...is difficult to find...
Saturday, September 24, 2005
BUTTERFLY....
Why can't butterflies live a little longer,
Why can't the meek be a bit stronger,
Why is it so difficult to understand "right" and "wrong",
to hum with perfection the silent tune of life's song,
If I do not win....why do I have to lose,
Every moment...in everything..why do I have to choose,
When I do not want to think ...why do thoughts chase me,
Why do I have visions of happiness...which in reality will never be.
If you know I will fail...why do I have to try,
to give a false smile...when I really want to cry.
If you know how to talk...why are you quiet,
Don't keep me in darkness....I want to share some of your light.
Why did you create difference and similarity,
to every person..his uniqueness...his singularity.
Why can't you send away the clouds...and make the sky clear.
Let the stars be with me...take away this apprehension and fear,
I will talk to them about little things..
the scar the moon has...and the interesting patterns on butterflies' wings.
If I were a butterfly..I would change colours everyday,
to feel every moment in a different shade....to live to the full in this short stay.
Maybe then I would not bother you so much,
My life would be short and colourful...there would not be much time as such,
I will not question you about life then,
with my little wings..I will try to reach you in my flight when.
I will not want to talk to the stars...
because now will wait for me....the blossoming beautiful flowers.
Life would be very different then ...I think
from the imperfect mind of a human.....to the unknown thoughts of a butterfly...I would shrink
Make me a butterfly .......tonight,
I will live another life then.....till the morning light.
Why can't the meek be a bit stronger,
Why is it so difficult to understand "right" and "wrong",
to hum with perfection the silent tune of life's song,
If I do not win....why do I have to lose,
Every moment...in everything..why do I have to choose,
When I do not want to think ...why do thoughts chase me,
Why do I have visions of happiness...which in reality will never be.
If you know I will fail...why do I have to try,
to give a false smile...when I really want to cry.
If you know how to talk...why are you quiet,
Don't keep me in darkness....I want to share some of your light.
Why did you create difference and similarity,
to every person..his uniqueness...his singularity.
Why can't you send away the clouds...and make the sky clear.
Let the stars be with me...take away this apprehension and fear,
I will talk to them about little things..
the scar the moon has...and the interesting patterns on butterflies' wings.
If I were a butterfly..I would change colours everyday,
to feel every moment in a different shade....to live to the full in this short stay.
Maybe then I would not bother you so much,
My life would be short and colourful...there would not be much time as such,
I will not question you about life then,
with my little wings..I will try to reach you in my flight when.
I will not want to talk to the stars...
because now will wait for me....the blossoming beautiful flowers.
Life would be very different then ...I think
from the imperfect mind of a human.....to the unknown thoughts of a butterfly...I would shrink
Make me a butterfly .......tonight,
I will live another life then.....till the morning light.
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