tagged as dreams

strange how the most accessible things in life get tagged as dreams

very curiously strange

Your Dear Pathos

No

it is not Pain alone that makes me pine ever so much

there is such infinite beauty in Pathos...

but it is when Suffering and Pain entwine that my heart gets wrenched

that is very,very hopeless...that is just...so null,so void
like a death-mongering emptiness

open-wounded with Suffering and Pain, i continue
to remain intoxicated with the very life in life itself

sometimes the path is shadowed and dreary
sometimes it is pristine and bright
sometimes I am visually impaired
and sometimes I find my soul wading through a disturbed ocean of beautiful Pain

what i continue to learn from

When your list of must-haves from life is laid down,the Universe has no choice but to make it happen for you.

It is a simple language called Passion.

skyward

hum jaison ko jeetey-jee dhikkat bhi nahin naseeb hoti
kambaqkht is kadar meheroo hain....

maalak mere
aapse ek dafaa nain milane ko zinda baithey hain
aur aap hi se aankh-micholi khelte phirtey hain...





devotica
at dawn
march 09

we are that spur in the thoughts

think of Me
(it made You)
"think of Me?"
(and so You thought)
think of You
(You make Me so)
thinking of You
i Am
Now

ON BULLSHIT

“Bullshit” is a far better word than “rationalization”, but they mean the same. “Rationalization” is a clinical word - a word to be used by the professor; “bullshit” is more alive. “Rationalization” is bloodless; “bullshit” is very young, alive and kicking. But the meaning is the same; they are not different things.

The culture society was organizing a group to be comprised strictly of virgins, when a young lady carrying a baby appeared.
“But, madam” protested the president “that is evidence that you are not eligible for this society. Why do you think you will be able to join?”
“I was only foolin´ around when this happened,” she explained.

“Rationalization” is a philosophical term. “Bullshit” comes from the ordinary man, from the masses, people who live on the earth, with the earth, whose hands are muddy. The word “bullshit” is also muddy as it is being used by people who are working and living the ordinary life. It does not come from the ivory towers of a university. And it is more authentic, it says much more than “rationalization.” Words that are coined by professors are always anemic. They are dead words - clinical, but do not say much; rather than saying, they hide. Let me say it in this way, the very word “rationalization” is a rationalization: it is being used to avoid the word “bullshit.”



- Rajneesh Chandra Mohan Jain

born of ennui

They are mockery all--these skies, these skies,
Their untroubled depth of blue-
They are mockery all--those eyes, those eyes,
Which seem so warm and true;
Each tranquil star in the one that lies,
Each meteor glance that at random flies
The other's lashes through!
They are mockery all, these flowers of spring,
Which her airs so softly woo--
And the love to which we would madly cling,
Ay, it is mockery too!
The winds are false which the perfume stir,
And the looks deceive to which we sue;
And love but leads to the sepulchre,
Which flowers spring to strew.

- Charles Fenno Hoffman

the incisive joy

...and suddenly i find myself drenched in pure joy
this is a familiar place and so bountiful

no stress about reason nor question

it is a maddening euphoria ; an incisive joy that is making me come alive

khuda ya khair

Gandhian

“Love is the strongest force the world possesses, and yet it is the humblest imaginable”

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

dilkashi

dargeh ki deewaaron par buni phulkaari ki karigari mein kisi ne jharokhon ka gulistaan kya khoob sajaya hua hain
dar-badar unmein se na jaane kitni musafir nazrein guft-a-gu mein mehfoos rehti hogi
us paar aap iss kinaare hum sajdey mein mitti chum rahein hain
fizaon mein duaon ki mehfil ka karishma janaab aisa uth ta jaa raha hain ki ab
aftab paar jo meher rakhta hain woh rab bhi is dilkashi ko purdah nahin kar sakega...








'dilkashi'

devotica
january 09

loveness

once the heart has been kindled,it begins to flow so freely...

loveness can never be dirtied by effort

it can be tasted off the warm embers of experience
it blossoms upon having left behind the ravages of the mind
it simmers;the pining bittersweet unrest of having willfully surrendered

loveness

is the momentary butterfly that flutters vividly with life,listlessly wandering,free
never ceasing to Be
capture it if you must and it dies a thousand deaths in one single vulgar moment;the interrupted moment...and yet,as you unfold your clutch,its colours will remain imprinted on your skin...they will linger all over the fabric of your being..........

so pure
so unassuming.....................................................

Beckettian

Consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble; the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting and trembling towards a being gone, a being to come; and the true true no longer, and the false true not yet. And to decide not to smile after all, sitting in the shade, hearing the cicadas, wishing it were night, wishing it were morning, saying, No, it is not the heart, no, it is not the liver, no, it is not the prostate, no, it is not the ovaries, no, it is muscular, it is nervous..."

-Samuel Beckett on the state of being,'Watt'

dil

vaasta rab raakhan kitta jag vich
dil te ae jaan vich vasda hain

mitti vich meliya jagiya jyot bann
meera,ae hi naseeb paaya dll ne


vaasta rab raakhan kitta jag vich
dil te ae jaan vich vasda hain

aashaqi mashooqi nibhaan nu ae dil
jahaan vich tinka tinka khovey hain



devotica
disambar 2008

daddy's little girl

i love my daddy

but i can never tell him like it is




hm





and

that is atrociously sweet

on love

"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
It's only a natural feeling."

- Haruki Murakami

Des Pardes

We are Indian youth studying abroad.
From our villages and metropolises we travel far and wide in educational and professional pursuits ; to make ourselves more adept, more worldly wise.
So many miles away from home...and it feels like in some strange sense, we are an endangered species in a land where we find ourselves huddling as a family of "resident aliens".

As a matter of realisation, this distance in geography works in inverse proportion with our sense of belonging with our origins.
Here - alone and together, we are one.

We are one voice, one thought, one sentiment,
We are one in our affectations, our pain, our triumphs and our experiences.

As students of the very institution of life, as citizens of humankind, as individuals whose hearts beat to the rhythm of a collective consciousness;we are growing more wakeful each day. More restless to bring about a change. To remain hopeful, positive. To shape our endeavors in ways that will benefit our world.

The series of terrorist attacks across India and the most current blow to Mumbai city have unsettled and strengthened our spirits alike.
Our faith in the goodness of the world has escalated. Our faith in our selves is evolving.
We remain God fearing yet ready to be summoned at a call for immediate action.

There is way too much chaos in our world and thus,a greater need for optimism. For clarity and justice in idea and deed alike.
Terror lasts only for a day but Peace is eternal. And Peace, in essence is Love.
We salute those who have dedicated their lives in service to society.
We root for those who are able to see method in the madness.
Our role models are victors who have triumphed to Love through Virtue not Violence.

We are Indian youth living abroad.
We are passionate by blood and we shall overcome, we shall overcome until there is nothing but Peace,Love and Tranquility in this world.



with the warmth of a 1000 candles,

n

afraid

i type this with a trembling soul.
i type in desperation tonight.
just one hell of an endangered species.
the whole universe is seeming populated with adults.godheads.opinion leaders.preachers.conniving people.convoluted minds.scheming minds.agendas and motives.plans of action and pretence.
this drama is not enjoyable.
it is all-permeating.
it is everywhere i go.
i am afraid.
i am so so afraid of everyone.

halki jalti kalam se...

palak jhapkun toh hulchul ho uthegi,
mera sapna toot jaayega

nazrein meechi rahi toh jharokha adhura reh jaayega

pal chhin reh guzar mein hain yeh zindagi
aur hum jeetey jee jaan par dum todd rahey hain



~
Winter
November 10,2008

sorry god

Maati Kahey Kumhaar Se:

"Tu Kya Raundhey Mohey?"
Ek Din Aisa Aayega,
Main Raundhungi Tohey..."

- Kabirvaani

soliloquy

you'll break an entire heart just to save your own
you'll take the long-drawn path and end up a kitten wound in a ball of wool
you'll feel the clench in your gut while your ego tailgates somewhere in the dark
you'll set your self free so you can add more photo-albums to your silvering attic
you'll find and you'll lose and you'll find
just to continue the chain
you'll make choices that ruin your peace so that you can learn to understand tragic comedy
you'll be the joker and the saint and the devil in your own mirror to perform your life in theatrics
you'll wear your soul out so you can show off its jagged edges and celebrate more birthdays

you'll live to bleed to learn to learn to live again to live some more to live again




one whole lifetime



will someday



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