Life and Inspiration

So...nothing is static, nothing is perfect, permanent or final.

As the night passes by, do we lose time? or do we gain it?

Do we even realise that in a day we come back to the same position, we started our day from. One by one, bars in life cross and make it either stiff or subtle.

The moon looks so lovely on a full moon night. Nothing incomplete is beautiful or majestic. However, everything cannot be complete. Life will become too dull if things are stark. Where will the inspiration come from?

It'll come from within.

Little changes in life can completely bring joy and make you feel exulted. The subtle changes are not hard to indicate. Life isn't tough, unless we make it. It's crazy how we abandon & ignore the most important things in life, just like a male seahorse. The female lays egg in the male's pouch, keeping trust in him. Though, he abandons the part that should be the most important in his life, his children, just as they hatch.

Life gives us unpredicted results, some in our favor and some against.

The sun doesn't rise or fall. It is stagnant. Yet, we think that it is in motion.

No matter how big the sand house is that one builds, if it isn't made away from the shore, the waves will take them along with them. If it's made away from the shore, the sun will stiffen it and muddle it down.

Life is moving, so are we. The sun is inspiring and deceiving.

You don't wake up from sleep and become rich one day. Sun changes its color but never its course. The difficulties in our life are just the different colors. If we make our mind stiff and determination strong, no matte how many different colors we see in life, we will achieve success & satiate our desires. Even a dog doesn't pee until it finds a perfect spot, let alone the life. Life will strike an opportunity at the right time, if you don't grab it, it's gone. Life rotates, completes its circle and rotates again.

Why don't we fall, when the earth is rotating? You're correct, gravity.

As the sun comes up, the sea gets hazier no matter what season it is. When life tumbles, a similar gravitational force holds us and keeps us from falling down. Our part is only to keep holding on.

Who is GOD ?

God is mystical. God is gender declassified. God is not him/her. God is God.

One shouldn't stop seeking God because for us Hindus, it's the way of life. In fact not just us, every theist seeks god and his presence. I am sure one must have felt his presence in ways more than one. I can claim that so confidently because I myself have experienced it. Again, I would say God isn't complex. He's clean and tarnished. For he has created this world to provide both pleasure and pain.

God has given life and death. There's a pro and con to everything imaginable. Where life brings joy, happiness on one hand, death brings along sorrow, malign and loneliness on the other. However, the beauty of death is that it doesn't affect the soul it effects. Imagine and experience its beauty, one doesn't even know how, the person who just died feels. He lays calm and cold in his deathbed. His brain, heart and body stops functioning but the soul is still there. One never knows, wonders or cares about the soul. It's always about the body.

When god must have been creating this world, he must have thought for a while or may be not because only the mightiest of all could have created such a simple world. It could have not been better. I admire every bit of it. So much for us to see and explore that it is impossible for us to experience every chunk of it in one lifetime. Life is clean, simple if we see through the lens of our soul. Homosexuality, heterosexuality, love, hatred, heaven, hell, pain, sorrow, joy, grief everything comes in pairs. May be that is one reason why they call your soul mate your 'better half'.

Life is symmetrical.

God is and will always be. One can only find him through doing good and just the right thing. That right thing should be right according to you and no one else. Change is good and I am sure God is its favorite admirer. God just loves to see changes in this serene world. Rain, breeze, clouds, tsunami, earthquake et cetera are all kinds of different changes and god just loves them. One may feel blessed and joyous only when he seeks joy. Sorrows are bleak, sometimes even bland. However, one can love them too. Nobody does, but one can.

In a rendezvous with the almighty, I asked him -

"Why everything in pairs?"

He smiled (he loves to smile) and said -

"Life is a mirage. The only thing I didn't create in pair is life. Had I not created things in pairs, life would have had too many varieties. I didn't want to scare your life."

I believed him, took his bow and blessings and only wished to see him again.


P.S: Special thanks to Gaurav Pandey, to turn me enough on to write this post. May God bless you.

Beauty Admired

Looking at the serene beauty of the mountain, I wanted to be there, at it. In a flash, I was in between the two mountains. It didn't take much time for the train to complete the half circle and take me to heaven. I felt prerogative, though the train was cruising along its usual route.

As the sunbeam fell on the brown mountain rocks, it twinkled a brownish radiance as if it was trying to seduce it audience with the chocolate. At least I am the one who was. Experiencing such a scene was a beauty in itself. Moving under the shadow of one mountain and watching the sunlight fall on another. It seemed like the nexus of two worlds. I felt disparaged, thinking why am I not a mountain or a cloud or perhaps a river. For the first time in life, I felt ugly.

Looking at things from a far distance might make them look good or bad, sometimes even beautiful but the ultimate beauty lies within, inside the heart of it, in its soul and its nucleus. Nobody wants to feel ugly. You may feel beautiful or ugly, it's totally upto you. You'll feel whatever you want to, no matter what other people say. If you think you're beautiful, you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

Now that I am going far away from the mountains, I see them smiling at me, as if they know about the beauty they contain in themselves. I felt as if they were watching me and telling me -

"We need not be remarked."

Right after these series of events, I wanted to relive the moments passing by, so I just kept on mesmerising the moments and went on to take a nap.


P.S: I wrote this back when I was traveling from Bangalore to Lucknow. I just felt ecstatic at that time and words poured out from my heart. I found it today in a writing pad, so here I am drafting it.

P.S: I could totally feel it all over again while re-writing.

A Loner's Thoughts

19/2/2010 Worli, Mumbai - 17:24 hours

The best thing about being a loner is that you have a world of opportunities surrounding you, freeing you of all obligations and bindings.

You are like a free bird, free it seems, that has the whole world under her feet.

Life seems crazy, when the people in your life have left you and you leave behind some of them while strolling around. There seems a strange darkness and an urge for the sun to rise.

(Though) It Won't !!

The sun won't rise until you stand up and confront time. Time is powerful and a strong headed mentor. It is, also a dehydrator. It dehydrates your life if not timed to perfection or atleast close to it. To make the sun rise up again in your closed dark world, you need to stand up and take a step.

Life is great when postured on canvas. The embossed acrylic feels great to touch but, only the artist knows the hard work he'd put in to make it feel like it.

18:01 Hours
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21/2/10 Vikhroli, Mumbai - 2:22 Hours

But of course, who cares about the hard work or the imagination or perhaps, even desires? No one! The selfish world turns up against you and makes you do things you'd never imagined yourself exercising. The myths of life are many and the truths, a few. People, who once have ascertained the truths of life, see the haze around them clearing up. Learning is not a slow process. It is eventually one of the secrets kept away from the minions. Something that plausibly makes it slow or just make it seem slow.

The key is that "there is no key."

(It does remind me of Kung-Fu Panda right now but that's not the shoe that fits the feet.)

You are free, limitless and unbound. Circumscribing oneself is merely closing room for anonymity and surprises because the limits are so tiny from what they can actually be.


2:44 Hours
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The place I've never been to

There's no sign of dust,

the leaves are lemon green.

A white bird came close to me,

and sang in my ears.

A dark bench in the park,

that rusted in the rain.

That water in the pool, shining,

making wrinkles, a duck that's swerving.

When the sun shone, the clouds insured,

the snow melted, silent n' slow.

A girl sat next to the pond,

thinking about her life.

Her tender lips, mellowed

her hair, they gently flowed.

Rhymes and songs,

that scenic view.

This place,

Where I have come,

Is it the one I wanted to?

Is it my wonderland?

am so much made,

for this place, I say.

This is the only,

My lovely way.

I love to be in this new world,

but that girl, I love her curls.

I thank you god,

for this utopia.

Now I have arrived, to this beautiful place.

It soothed my hysteria.

Random Thoughts

Here I just felt a wind breeze,

Coming off of a maple tree.

Here I welcome the Rainy Season,

Catching hold of Summer's treason.

A whelming tune from the guitar,

Soothing up our sore hearts.

Yes! I want to drench in this rain,

I've been hearing it's worth the pain.

I waited for this all summer,

It's arrived so soon that I feel rummer.

Oh! the clouds, pour now,

and purify the earth.

She needs you more than I do,

and yet she couldn't state.

I'd love to see you pour again,

with a dulcet thunder clap.

And I remember the lightening too,

It strikes a giant flash.

We smile and pose and play together,

As she takes our pictures away.

O rain now, it's been a while,

I miss the rainy play.

Rain...

When I first saw the sky,
I didn't feel what was happening.

It turned from blue to brown and black,
And then lightening struck the mighty earth.

It hit the globe like a boxing punch,

And disfigured its face.

Another one from the left this time,
And two, and three and once again.

This was the time when the rival clouds struck,
and blew each other apart.

You ran away from all this violence,
To save the earth from this war.

Oh Rain, you brought the peace along,
To heal the broken ribs of earth.

You are the joy, you are the ataraxis,
Only you could turn, the world on it's axis.

This was the time when the sky became Orange.
It looked so pure and full of juice.


The smell of soil moved up my nostrils,
and freshened my heart and soul.

Oh! Thank you rain for this feeling,
I could never feel, without you the same.

Now that everyone is calm and afresh,
I Thank thee for giving them some brains.

For there is nothing like peace,
But it shall not remain the same.

This is an everyday game, for it's the nature's duty,
I hope you bring this joy forever and keep gleaming this beauty.