Monday, April 30, 2012

L . O . V . E - something on it


They created everything from oxygen to concrete structures but they could not create love between two people because it sprouts up unknowingly as a seed which had fallen deep inside the earth and we don’t know when. When it starts to bloom the fruits come out to quench the hunger of the human soul , flowers come out to pacify the beauty of life but each branch carries its own share of thorns or the unwanted pain which we term as  ‘it’s complicated’ in our daily lives . Why do we hide from the thorns? They will always exist as they are the learnings of this life to evolve us .But sometimes some of us don’t want to learn and we question the pain and the plan. Are we fools then? Honestly we are not fools then but are attached and attracted to our own plan. But as it is supposed to be more interesting and less predictable we go through these experiences.

Each day I realize that this abstract feeling has no ruler or control magnet. It’s not perfect, people who fall in for it are not perfect and neither are their situations but it is because it does not happen in a laboratory under the controlled parameters so that we expect the desired results. The results come out unexpected and each day it is as beautifully uncertain as its true nature.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Callow or Mature ?


Who saves what? People always talk about being callow and being mature but I never really got it. Sometimes it was about suppressing what you actually feel and what you really want to say, the kinds who have achieved this are called mature. They know when to shut up and turn around. They do all this for the bigger good. I still don’t see where this ‘good’ is even though it is supposed to be visualized as an elephant. They say even a child can blurt out the truth but it takes a man of manner to keep the laces tight. Then why children are happier? Carefree to the world and even make better friends because they don’t suppress anything.

Is it a lifelong punishment to pretend or maturity is about being bind to the rules of dharma? Does taking the path of callowness an easy choice and if it’s comfortable to speak your mind is it a sin? Or is it that some people do what they like and some people make the sacrifices and hence the world is balanced because if we all sacrificed who will be gratified from the sacrifices and if we all went blunt who will bring the order?

This thought came to my mind thinking of our usual Hindi films climax when two friends /brothers fell in love with the same girl or vice versa and both of them now get themselves confused in the cycle of maturity and immaturity and completely forgetting about their love interest (what she/he wants nobody cares that time). Both get in the fight to stand on the higher moral grounds.

I think it is blasphemous to ponder about the love triangle because each vertices is more concerned about their own Karma …love takes the back seat.

PS : Playing each role has its own pleasures :)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

When we Meet


You are as lost as I am in this world
But still we invoke that peace in each other
We hear our silences
Do you know why ?


You see my scars as I feel your pain
But still we glow again
You heal me as I heal you
Do you know why?


For those moments I feel full
Not just a cup full to the brim
But the eternity in me as you stand by
Do you know why?

The stars are here beside me
As we play in the cosmic energy
It never ends till 'Time' tells us to say goodbye
Do you know why?

They copulate but we contemplate
None is higher but we still weep
As reality comes by and we part by
Do you still know why?


PS: Healer its for you







Tuesday, April 10, 2012

That Aimless Walk


A road ahead and some footsteps behind
Why I travelled so far I don’t remember now
Still I walk by in the glory of my Cow

One day   a creeper and for another I stand tall
Which is better I don’t know as they cut them all
And so is the funny game as even the cutter dies small

So much to hear and so much to bear
But do I listen at all?
It’s a doom without a fall

Looking in the mirror a question is asked
What did I lose behind?
A fragment of manner or the tussle of thoughts

Many times I see her with half a smile
Never knowing what she thinks of me
Blank I go with her in this mile for a while