Conjured

One road leads a way, one to another, 

The longer you walk, some more you move further.

Life is a journey, it is unsustainable,

The more you dig it, the deeper you seep.

Pain is sad, I can't agree any less,

For happiness is free, just clear the cluttered mess.

Some lines are similar, some narrowly different,

People are these lines, some intense, some blurred.

Hope is delightful and music mesmerizing,

Has something happened to this world? Or did I hear just stories?

People are dreamers, some crucibles,

Who enchants your mind? is it the soul or the spirit?

Tell me your story, I'll hear your dreams,

For I know of all things, you just need an ear.

Life spits happiness, and pain as well,

Which one you wanna drown in, is up to you.

Love is tender, it hurts, it blurts,

Love is oozy, it is the oomph.

You are good, I do believe,

But changing one's thought, take no creed.

The discriminations are high, we call it judgmental,

Of course not, they are the courses we follow.

P.S. I don't even remember when I wrote it, just found it in one of my documents so posting it.

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.

You are just a Myth

I will irritate the hell out of you, I will make your life difficult. Something that I am best at. You don't have an idea, what I am capable of. I will take a breath and it will hurt you more than a burn. I will pinch you and you're gonna bleed like never before. I am important to myself..so yes, Do not underestimate !!

You don't stand a place in my life. You mean nothing no more. Every time I tried to navigate through and make things bearable, you never supported it. You say you hate me for no reasons but I know there's something behind that scares you to say. You aim to be the sky but your efforts are underground. You're a myth to yourself, you struggle to be yourself. You are dead personified.

Don't try to fight with me with words because my words are not that tender and all. One I start my prowl, you will succumb yourself to death. I am fire, a tiger. My claws seem small but my bite is ferocious. Understand my glances and make your moves. This is neither a warning nor a threat because the real threat for you is I am.

Fear me.

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.

Walking

Tired from not working at office while I was headed to home, I just twitched towards the cafeteria to have some orange juice. I could not believe on what my eye balls were perceiving. She was sitting all alone, having her lunch at around 4 pm. When I saw her, my heart struck 12 and started smiling. She looked lovely, like always. Her hair was falling on her face making her look innocent as ever, as she chewed the food between her molars.

I fell in love with her once again.

She is so pretty. Not that I haven’t seen prettier faces but there’s something different about her. It’s always something different about them, the one we love.

The second thought that came into my mind was-

Today’s my day, let’s talk to her.

I went to the food counter and quickly juggled coins and notes at the billing counter and ordered a glass of juice. While I was waiting for my order to be served, my only hope was that she stays.

And she did! I took my glass of juice and carried it along with all my guts to her table. She was busy on phone, talking to someone in her family. I kept my bag on the chair adjacent to the seat opposite to hers. She was so aloof talking over phone that she didn’t even notice. While I was sitting on the chair, she noticed me. I could totally read her expression-

‘What the hell?’

I gave a stupid smile back at her.

Though I distracted her from talking over the phone, I couldn’t manage to gain her precious attention. I kept on looking at her, adoring her beauty and innocence. I could feel her going nervous, she totally succumbed to it. I sat quietly in front of her for I really enjoyed it. Feeling and watching her right in front of me instilled me with joy. The feeling was exulting and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Some two minutes later, she took a pause in her conversation and uttered words to me-

“Anything you want?”

I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and I nodded in affirmation.

“What?” She asked me smiling.

“Get done with the phone then we’ll talk” I replied.

She continued talking over phone and I continued smiling.
There were two very obvious reasons –

One, I was sitting right next to her. Second, I got her most desired attention.

Happy hands of the clock were moving while I was waiting for her to get off of the phone. Just then, two ugly souls (not that they were ugly) from our batch came in. Their jaws fell right down on the ground and their eyes popped out watching me seated right in front of THE girl.

That was the moment when my head swerved and I felt like walking away. I help my head down and supported it by my hand. I told myself –

‘Today isn’t the day when you’d get to talk to her.’

Those two imminent, stupid souls couldn’t sense that when two people who walk in two different directions (she away from me and I towards her) are sitting together then there must be a special occasion. However, they had to come and sit on the same table we were sitting. Utter disgrace.

She turned around & looked at the two of them. I could so read her expression once again–

‘Eureka! God is there.’

I didn’t move from my chair hoping that the two most unwanted people, at that moment, would walk away.

But they didn’t. I tried the trick of giving them ugly looks as well, it failed.

After a while, she got off her phone but the minions didn't move. My eyes were glued on the LCD behind, as I had presumed. Though, I was looking at her from the corner of my eyes (something guys generally don't do). She waited for me to turn around, I didn't.

Then after some pateint moments, she asked me-
"Yes! Tell me, you have some work from me?"

I nodded positive again and told her, "You talk to them (the minions) then we'll talk."

"I'm done talking to them, we'll leave together."

My heart thumped and I said, "Fine, will talk to you some other time."

She stood up and walked away. I kept on looking at her and she faded while walking. I turned around towards the table and saw my half filled glass lying. I grabbed and gulped the juice down my throat, stood up, carried my bag and walked out thinking that the glass is half filled and so is life. There aren't much chances in life but they do come around.


P.S: Long post after a long time, straight from my heart.

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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You're There

a.k.a I know you there

I close my eyes

And I hear your voice

I feel so good

I feel life

You're a dream to me

You're a lie

I wanna be with you

And look you in the eye

I see figures

Each in the crowd

Yes, all are true

But not one like you

I feel you

Though can't see

Its displeasure

Merely glee

Uncertainty

I hardly see

I know you're there

The world will see

Imagine

All the possibilities

When we will meet

Sharing disparities

Anomalies

Oh thats not WE

Its the love, love

Truly free

P.S. Special Thanks to Vidhi for her, as always, valuable suggestions.

It's not a Question...

I still have that picture of yours,
When we played in the rain, sung songs together, did all chores !!!

The radiance that gleamed your face,
That ring on your finger with a broken base !!

We didn't have a guitar but we had a song,
Unleashing the spirits of our young love !!

You made my morning and day and night,
You stood by me when things weren't right !!

I know it was pure and it was true,
The love was there and we were glued !!

Though we were jinxed and dissed and bruised,
We stayed together like the moon and the star !!

I know it's pretty hard for you,
To get back and make this dream come true !!

I know, I know, I know, I know...
It's sacred love and it's really pure !!

Oh! May be I forgot to tell you,
Though it hurts but I still love you !!

Beyond the Truth

Indian women are a source of inspiration for the citizens of every country around the world. They are Modern, Determined, Powerful, Responsible, Hard-working and above all beautiful. The admirations and praises are too much to be expressed in words, they are simply sublime. One or the other thing urges people to be inquisitive about Indian women. Not only is she Strong and Hard-working but also caring and loving. She is a great manager in the form of mother, daughter, sister, and wife. Today we often see women getting up close with the society and taking decisions that some years back were taken by men. Women empowerment has grown so quickly that today’s woman is independent, smart and more efficient than men.

What makes them stronger is their ability and strong will to compete with their counterpart which makes them stand out in the crowd. Women are inspiring, for there was a time when women in India were treated like slaves and tortured like anything but now they have realised their value in the society and have a reason to stand for their rights.

What would men do if there were no Women??

That brings me to the sad part of the topic that

Is Indian Woman really happy??

What’s Beyond the Truth??

We read every now and then about how women have gained status and how they have changed their life from miserable to worth living. But do we realise that those women who have gained status are not even half a percent of total women population of the country. We fail to understand that there are still women who live in agonies, who commits suicide and who are foisted upon to do things they don’t want to. What enthralls me is that we celebrate the success of those 1000 women and in that intoxication of the success we actually forget that the women still need to be attended and there are needs that are to be fulfilled for the fairer sex.

A girl who wants to study for her betterment is not allowed to pursue higher studies. At first, she listens to her family, compromises and believes that there will be a time when she will be allowed to do things.
After when she is married, she listens to her husband and the agony continues. All this suffering results in silence or suicide.

We really need to unite against the pain, which is being caused to her since ages and even now, for she compliments the country, makes it beautiful and brings the best out of a man.

They say, ‘Behind every successful man, there is a woman’s hand.’

If this is believed to be true, then how can we give pain to someone who makes our lives better? We need to realise the tenderness of time. It’s like an egg-shell, which if broken will kill the chicken inside it and spill the yolk. The chicken happens to be a life, which is the life of the country, Women and the egg is the country, if broken the country will be doomed. It is very important for the egg to incubate otherwise we would kill the life inside it and perhaps the country.

Spirituality or Hypocrisy

It was a dark chilly night,(No, Its not a story about Zombies.)...

So, I had moved out to have dinner on this cold night where a 6ºC breeze punched you right in your face as it swashed. The temperatures in the city has never been like this ever before. As I moved into "The Taj Hotel" of Alambagh, "BABA KA DHABA", I could see the life propelling. It was a pretty normal scene one can experience at a conventional Dhaba. Two men scolding the waiter because the water he served them wasn't clear. Other servers running hastily here and there to dish up food to the customers waiting. The clapping sound of the chef at the Tandoor also known as the clay oven. It was a pretty normal sight, until I heard orisons, Bhajans, on the stereo behind the bar. The peculiar thing to be notice was the tunes on which the orisons were recorded, Dus bahane kar ke le gaye dil.

Despite, it wasn't the first time I had heard an invocation on a bollywood song's tune, it lured me upon thinking this time. A question that I think should be asked.


Where is the Spirituality in this?

Is it just the lip service?


I relate something like this to spirituality because orisons are anticipated to be a medium to feel God beside you. They bring you up close to God. So, are these people (the singers) really doing the needful? or are they like everyone else, selfish?
Where is the power of devotion and passion? Isn't one's true devotion to God quite enough to strike a tune?

These are merely songs. Words that are complacent, too indefinite and bland to bring a person anywhere near to God. The devotion of a true devotee is enough to generate a tune. It doesn't matter what tune it strikes but one thing that I'm sure of is it, that its definitely not going to be a copy of a bollywood song's. The world is at God's mercy and these singers by all odds are at the mercy of the tunes that our(bollywood) composers bargain out of some other Singer or a Composer. Though, my opinions don't matter but I don't think that our singers are solving the purpose that an invocation, orison, has. Its lacking the passion, the divulgence to come together to God. A supplication is suppose to effuse positive energies into the aura, bring happiness to people and make them feel close to god which is certainly missed out, when its not pure. It loses its purpose to lure people into the serenity of god and it loses the reasonable care it deserves.


"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." Denis Waitley