and you reach a high point in life..at the top of the world..you feel you need nothing more..and then suddenly life flips..within a flicker of second things change..you hit rock bottom..and you sit there wondering..it takes a while to realize that it's rock bottom..and then you start climbing again..without looking upwards..you care less this time..you keep climbing..and voila! you reach the top again..you stop..and wonder for sometime..only to realize,the actual fun was climbing and not stopping...! you start climbing again..to find another zenith..not caring if you hit the rock bottom...it doesn't matter anymore!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
'I'
‘I’— am the witness, witness of countless creatures passing beneath me.
By the hazel spread of this sun, ’I’ exist.
Perpetual— in this perpetual light!
My broad,sturdy branches complement my being.
I look up to the sky and it resounds— sky is your limit!
Every shred of my structure— a life giver!
Passing days— they are calm and I like spending time with them.
I can see—see through things and I laugh…
Under the same sturdy branches I witness all gamuts of emotions: broken hearts, meeting hearts, success, failure, vows, maturing thoughts.
All blossoming and withering right under me.
I smirk at them,I laugh..
Then bored thinking about them, I am drawn towards myself— and I am happy again!
Myriads of 'colors' pass underneath me without even noticing me— except a ‘few’…
And to those ‘few’ I give courage— courage to face a lifetime!
Those ‘few’ who stop by to notice me are my epitomes— my alter egos.
I look at them and I smile— those eyes,those beautiful, pristine eyes give me pleasure— pleasure of watching them— the same pleasure which they derive watching me.
We don’t talk but we understand a lot— a reverence we pay to each other.
I look back at myself and here again I am reaffirmed that life holds new opportunities in the form of those ‘few’, that life goes on, and that life sees ‘colours’, 'colours' don’t see life.
‘I’- am the world, ‘I’- am life, ’I’- am complete!
By the hazel spread of this sun, ’I’ exist.
Perpetual— in this perpetual light!
My broad,sturdy branches complement my being.
I look up to the sky and it resounds— sky is your limit!
Every shred of my structure— a life giver!
Passing days— they are calm and I like spending time with them.
I can see—see through things and I laugh…
Under the same sturdy branches I witness all gamuts of emotions: broken hearts, meeting hearts, success, failure, vows, maturing thoughts.
All blossoming and withering right under me.
I smirk at them,I laugh..
Then bored thinking about them, I am drawn towards myself— and I am happy again!
Myriads of 'colors' pass underneath me without even noticing me— except a ‘few’…
And to those ‘few’ I give courage— courage to face a lifetime!
Those ‘few’ who stop by to notice me are my epitomes— my alter egos.
I look at them and I smile— those eyes,those beautiful, pristine eyes give me pleasure— pleasure of watching them— the same pleasure which they derive watching me.
We don’t talk but we understand a lot— a reverence we pay to each other.
I look back at myself and here again I am reaffirmed that life holds new opportunities in the form of those ‘few’, that life goes on, and that life sees ‘colours’, 'colours' don’t see life.
‘I’- am the world, ‘I’- am life, ’I’- am complete!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
MIND
Nothing is complete or incomplete,nothing is sorrow or happiness ,all just scenes of the bigger drama,the ultimate version of a single big thing called MIND.
All grows here,dies here.The ultimate messiah of everything --- MIND.
Reception,transmission,perceptions,omission all taking place inside this bizarre labyrinth.
Rugged,patchy,hot,throbbing yet angular,continuous,calm and soothing,an irony of ironies,mother of exceptions and genesis of creations---MIND
Attitudes,personalities,importance,attachments apparently extrinsic,but born inside this categorically intrinsic complexity.
An ‘invisibility’ making ‘visibility’ possible.All begins and ends right here.
Rest just a matter of perception….
Every complexity,no matter how gigantic,just a pawn in the hands of this unrivalled KING!!!
Within a flicker of a second,worlds change,lives become lifetime and time comes to a halt.
The razor edge of this SAMURAI’s sword has it all….MIND.
Mind and mind games and and without its rules----life a lifeless vegetation in the realm…
All grows here,dies here.The ultimate messiah of everything --- MIND.
Reception,transmission,perceptions,omission all taking place inside this bizarre labyrinth.
Rugged,patchy,hot,throbbing yet angular,continuous,calm and soothing,an irony of ironies,mother of exceptions and genesis of creations---MIND
Attitudes,personalities,importance,attachments apparently extrinsic,but born inside this categorically intrinsic complexity.
An ‘invisibility’ making ‘visibility’ possible.All begins and ends right here.
Rest just a matter of perception….
Every complexity,no matter how gigantic,just a pawn in the hands of this unrivalled KING!!!
Within a flicker of a second,worlds change,lives become lifetime and time comes to a halt.
The razor edge of this SAMURAI’s sword has it all….MIND.
Mind and mind games and and without its rules----life a lifeless vegetation in the realm…
Thursday, December 25, 2008
UNPLUGGED!
Things don’t change. They are steady. You want them to change,but they don’t. As if stuck in a time warp, but your sanguity does’nt allow you to give up - waiting. You wait and wait,with every ounce of persevearance in use, but they don’t, things don’t change! Same eerie ,insidious steadiness…You shudder, shrug and at last realize it was ‘initiative’, ‘action’ that was lacking. Yes! and that ‘You’,‘You’ have to take it. ‘You ’ have to step up to the plate and make things happen because things are things- inanimate…and they won’t change all by themselves for that very reason! You have to give them that midas touch...
But is this limited just to things? No! Another biological entity possesses this trait—‘humans’ or ‘people’.
They also don’t change sometimes (whether for good or for bad is entirely a different question altogether). Now, here I am talking about the intellectual changes that may take place inside a human brain, but that blasé steadiness is observed here also and in bulk, be it in maturity or intellectual growth. Full Stop. It comes so easy and so early yet stays forever. You find full stops of all hues and sizes spread around:animate, inanimate, black, white. So risible yet so common. Cult of boredom,with no difference between today and tomorrow,past and future. Their life reduced to inanimate animation. 'Pause' button of a player - as if pressed for forever. Their ‘stepping plate’ either missing or not present at all !
You can shudder right here, this time, to remind yourself that this ought not be your story, that there is a wall separating you from the cult of boredom and that beyond that life is so beautiful! A journey extended to infinity, full of adventures and challenges, and to find yourself in that train itself can make everything else so secandory!
So shrug, so that you don't transform into ‘appalling wax works’ standing on ‘dead ends’.
But is this limited just to things? No! Another biological entity possesses this trait—‘humans’ or ‘people’.
They also don’t change sometimes (whether for good or for bad is entirely a different question altogether). Now, here I am talking about the intellectual changes that may take place inside a human brain, but that blasé steadiness is observed here also and in bulk, be it in maturity or intellectual growth. Full Stop. It comes so easy and so early yet stays forever. You find full stops of all hues and sizes spread around:animate, inanimate, black, white. So risible yet so common. Cult of boredom,with no difference between today and tomorrow,past and future. Their life reduced to inanimate animation. 'Pause' button of a player - as if pressed for forever. Their ‘stepping plate’ either missing or not present at all !
You can shudder right here, this time, to remind yourself that this ought not be your story, that there is a wall separating you from the cult of boredom and that beyond that life is so beautiful! A journey extended to infinity, full of adventures and challenges, and to find yourself in that train itself can make everything else so secandory!
So shrug, so that you don't transform into ‘appalling wax works’ standing on ‘dead ends’.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Attraction
"Attraction"...out of the world experience...
A 'daze'..a 'stupor'..
Hundred times stronger than any 'junkie' would
ever experience...
Keeps flowing inside you...
Just as a 'junkie' enjoys assimilating subtle 'puffs',
you can enjoy it, sitting silently at one corner of the room..
Requires nothing, yet thrills you...
Stronger than the strongest sedative...
A 'phase' -- a total 'state of mind'---unique in itself..
Those who enjoy it,know it's the biggest addiction in life, yet worth experiencing..!
A 'daze'..a 'stupor'..
Hundred times stronger than any 'junkie' would
ever experience...
Keeps flowing inside you...
Just as a 'junkie' enjoys assimilating subtle 'puffs',
you can enjoy it, sitting silently at one corner of the room..
Requires nothing, yet thrills you...
Stronger than the strongest sedative...
A 'phase' -- a total 'state of mind'---unique in itself..
Those who enjoy it,know it's the biggest addiction in life, yet worth experiencing..!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
LOVE
LOVE... four
letters, but mean a world to the world.
Felt by almost all.... everything is a wilderness without love in it.
Felt by almost all.... everything is a wilderness without love in it.
All seek out that special person in their life - their 'soulmate'. When a
child breaks the shackles of dependency and starts discovering his
individuality in the teenage, the concept of soul mate starts taking shape
inside his mind. As he steps into
adulthood this longing gets enhanced.
To find the soulmate, some choose random methods, some resort to the traditional methods of match making. Some give up after dreaming for some time saying, “Utter wastage of time. Life has many other important things to do.” Some stick to it, but compromise with lesser available alternatives, thinking, “Everybody needs to adjust. Nothing is perfect.” Some still go ahead, keep crossing possibilities, seeking the one they have never seen, but cannot stop thinking about. Not a single day passes without waiting for ‘the one’, ‘their soulmate.’ And with time the need for that perfect one keeps growing. They bear pangs of emotional voids, feeling of letting out, melting somewhere, and sometimes miss a shoulder to cry on or a hand to give them strength to move ahead when life is all black. They try to compensate it with other possibilities such as friends or relatives, but satisfaction never comes. That need to seek somebody never goes away. It keeps on growing and sometime to an extent where it starts interfering with their career goals. It feels as if nothing is possible without that unknown soul mate around. As if walking even an inch is impossible without him. They grope for him in their dreams, in their darker moments; longing to see him, feel him. Sometime urgency becomes so overwhelming that they start looking for the soul mate in a mere 'possibility’. Even after knowing that he is not the one, they try to superimposing their soul mate’s image on him. But against the law of the nature, mere superimposition can never turn a possibility into reality. In the process of realizing this, they again bear undeserved pains as a result of the treacherous superimposition.
To find the soulmate, some choose random methods, some resort to the traditional methods of match making. Some give up after dreaming for some time saying, “Utter wastage of time. Life has many other important things to do.” Some stick to it, but compromise with lesser available alternatives, thinking, “Everybody needs to adjust. Nothing is perfect.” Some still go ahead, keep crossing possibilities, seeking the one they have never seen, but cannot stop thinking about. Not a single day passes without waiting for ‘the one’, ‘their soulmate.’ And with time the need for that perfect one keeps growing. They bear pangs of emotional voids, feeling of letting out, melting somewhere, and sometimes miss a shoulder to cry on or a hand to give them strength to move ahead when life is all black. They try to compensate it with other possibilities such as friends or relatives, but satisfaction never comes. That need to seek somebody never goes away. It keeps on growing and sometime to an extent where it starts interfering with their career goals. It feels as if nothing is possible without that unknown soul mate around. As if walking even an inch is impossible without him. They grope for him in their dreams, in their darker moments; longing to see him, feel him. Sometime urgency becomes so overwhelming that they start looking for the soul mate in a mere 'possibility’. Even after knowing that he is not the one, they try to superimposing their soul mate’s image on him. But against the law of the nature, mere superimposition can never turn a possibility into reality. In the process of realizing this, they again bear undeserved pains as a result of the treacherous superimposition.
Some loose
the battle here. Never go beyond this. Some muster up strength, decide to risk
it again and move ahead- in search of the ‘perfect one’. Days pass by and
convert to years. They realize the cream of life was spent searching the
perfect one, rather than getting spent with the perfect one. Still deciding not
to compromise, and not losing hope they move ahead. By this time, the
need becomes bearable. The pangs of the absence go only to a certain level
inside and stop. And one day, when tired of indulging in this hopeless hope, they try to divert their mind somewhere
else, somebody knocks on the door. And lo! He turns out to be someone better
than expected! It enters their life, and becomes a part of them as if they had never lived alone!
LOVE is
worth a wait. So all you believers in a
perfect soul mate, never settle for a
‘possibility’ when your ‘perfect match’ is waiting for you somewhere. It is just a matter of time when you meet each
other. Start eyeing your doors, and may be you can hear that knock now! Even if not,
it is better to keep the doors open rather than letting them melt under the
impatience of the need to belong.
Remember: ‘Reality’
never comes before ‘possibility’ as ‘possibility’ creates ‘reality’.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Being KEC
KEC is like a gorgeous nubile princess in the bosom of majestic Kumaon Hills. With lovely breeze blowing at its face and teasing its tresses, its breathtakingly awesome. Complete in itself. Its nights are heavenly and peaceful - taking you to yet unexplored, untouched contours of imagination.
Mankind’s biggest and ageless marvel engineering came to bless it, with the intention of giving it a Midas Touch. It had infinite dreams of carving out a manmade heaven and putting the princess in the robe of a Queen. It refurbished its elegance and saw the princess turn into a Queen.
People who came to see the Queen experienced the divinity of the its night and became mesmerized, deciding never to leave the place. But as night got over and dawn came, it ended quickly without lasting long and suddenly broke a grim, stark noon. With the advent of the noon were uncovered some of the dark truths, till now shrouded by the grandeur of the night. Also got revealed was the morguish jinx haunting the place and invisible during the night. The ugly faces, the ‘Jinx’ themselves - dark like the dead of the night, who ate away the beautiful noons leaving behind the half eaten corpse, were apparent during the day.
And now, the Queen already robbed off her diamond studded thorn, lies vulnerable - helplessly waiting to see her night gown ripped apart next, and night, her only respite, be snatched away too.
Sometimes a whiff of fresh air blows away a little sand away from the ‘desert like’ noon, but then suddenly the whiff itself becomes ‘alloyed’ with that sand and dies or turns out to be mirage giving the delusion of an oasis.
The story continues, people come mesmerized , people go away disillusioned, with empty faces, vowing never to come back and the jinx continues to haunt the place. The Queen who once saw a gigantic dream with engineering is now witnessing herself, being ripped off its grandeur, slowly, time and again, by the brutal assaults of the ‘CANCERS’ of the same specie whose ‘GODLY HEROES’ once blessed it with the Marvels of Engineering.. HUMANS.
Mankind’s biggest and ageless marvel engineering came to bless it, with the intention of giving it a Midas Touch. It had infinite dreams of carving out a manmade heaven and putting the princess in the robe of a Queen. It refurbished its elegance and saw the princess turn into a Queen.
People who came to see the Queen experienced the divinity of the its night and became mesmerized, deciding never to leave the place. But as night got over and dawn came, it ended quickly without lasting long and suddenly broke a grim, stark noon. With the advent of the noon were uncovered some of the dark truths, till now shrouded by the grandeur of the night. Also got revealed was the morguish jinx haunting the place and invisible during the night. The ugly faces, the ‘Jinx’ themselves - dark like the dead of the night, who ate away the beautiful noons leaving behind the half eaten corpse, were apparent during the day.
And now, the Queen already robbed off her diamond studded thorn, lies vulnerable - helplessly waiting to see her night gown ripped apart next, and night, her only respite, be snatched away too.
Sometimes a whiff of fresh air blows away a little sand away from the ‘desert like’ noon, but then suddenly the whiff itself becomes ‘alloyed’ with that sand and dies or turns out to be mirage giving the delusion of an oasis.
The story continues, people come mesmerized , people go away disillusioned, with empty faces, vowing never to come back and the jinx continues to haunt the place. The Queen who once saw a gigantic dream with engineering is now witnessing herself, being ripped off its grandeur, slowly, time and again, by the brutal assaults of the ‘CANCERS’ of the same specie whose ‘GODLY HEROES’ once blessed it with the Marvels of Engineering.. HUMANS.
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