Care to Share

Sometimes I pity how much selfish we could get, I mean we human beings. We collude, we rally, we protest, all for one reason : I, me, myself. I am not opposed to the philosophy of individualism and I do believe that a person has to be happy himself before he could share happiness to others. But sometimes, being selfless is worth a try. Like a candle, burning itself to spread light all around. It does not even know neither it is bothered whether it will last till the dawn, but still it burns, instead of cursing the darkness around, it just burns.

Be a candle in the dark, not every time or every day but at least once in a while we can care to share!

Choco Love !!

 Forget love ... I'd rather fall in chocolate !  - Anonymous

Purest of All

Untouched by the impurity which comes my way, cleansing the corrupt which lay a hand on me, destroying the evil which obstruct my conscience, I spread on, flare on, live on as the purest of all that which makes you !

And I played on !

Lost a trail, I found a new way
Found a new way to drop in a trance
Lost in a trance, I found a new way

Food for Thought !

All being come into existence from food. Food comes from rains. Rains originate from the performance of sacrifices. And sacrifice is born out of doing prescribed duties.

- Bhagavad Gita 3 :14

1 Bottle of Nothingness

At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will.

 

- Thomas Merton

Why is he so lonely ?

किस के लिए वो जागता है, उन अकेली तन्हा रातो में ?
किस का उसे इंतज़ार है, उन मदहोश बेताब फासलों में ?
क्यों  नहीं वो करता बातचीत, उन नटखट, सताने वाले तारो से ?
क्यों  नहीं पूछता वो कुछ, उन बिना मंज़िल के तैरने वाले बादलो से ?
क्यों  है वो इतना तन्हा इस जशन भरे आलम में,
किसका है उसे इंतज़ार उन अकेली तन्हा रातो में ?

I envy the clouds...

I envy the clouds...sometimes
I envy the way they float so unperturbedly
I envy the way they play around with the wind and the sunrays

I envy the way they bring happiness to a dry patch of earth
I envy the way they bring a smile on my face every time I look up at them
I envy them…many times !

6 Strings and my Life !

In the end I couldn't feel any pain,
In the end music is all what I save,
In the end it is six strings and my Life. Peace !

Right now...Right here

If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space !
                                                                                                 - Anonymous

la fiamma dentro

It is about the fire which has been ignited.
About power which leads me, about the knowledge which sets me free,
The radiance which guides the way, the force which keeps me warm, alive.
It is about the darkness around which is being conquered by the light within.

It is la fiamma dentro…the flame within !

Hey Wanderer !

Out of the several thousand years of human existence on this planet, human beings went around a large portion of it as nomads, wandering from place to place in search of food, water and shelter. Man had begun to live in perfect harmony with nature. Survival was tough but that taught him how to fight, adapt and change. Drifting clouds, twinkling stars, morning fog, the blue sky, the deep sea and everything in between belonged to him and everything fitted into his space and he called it his home!

 

After which started a multifarious process called civilization. To call it a beginning or an end is still debatable. This course of civilization did settle down human beings to certain extend. But then old habits die hard and bad habits die even harder. Ten thousand years of civilization did leave a mark and changed lot many things. But don’t you think it is too short a time period to quit a habit flawlessly practiced and adapted in so many years? I guess that explains the reason why I have developed this unrelenting, unremitting, unstoppable fondness for this word - Wanderer. It’s just a thought, my assumption !

I ride, I breathe, I live !

   Bike becomes your identity, the highway becomes your attitude and riding becomes your destiny.                              

The Beaten One

Tortured to the core, but couldn’t tap my soul.
Shattered to the end, but couldn’t tear my spirit.
Robbed of all my colors, but couldn’t bury my grace.
Tortured, shattered, deprived, robbed yet standing tall…I am the Beaten Wall !   

Whats your story ?

Born as a bird..
Lived as a myth..
Perished as its destiny..
Returned as a miracle..
Took off as a legend..
Well, that was the flight of the Phoenix...whats your story ?

Burn, Burn, Burn...

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...

Jack Kerouac - On the Road.

Ring of Life

I flow seamlessly,
I flow fearlessly with a conscience as clear, as pure.

I think not about the dark past or about the bright future,

I live in the beauty of the present.

Bit broken, bit hurt, grains of sand couldn’t hide my pain,
It made me more colorful, more vibrant and alive.

Bit blurred, bit focused,
I try to read those lines but fail every time.

The Road Not Taken

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
                                
                                 — Robert Frost

 

The Destiny We Share

I hold my palm wide open, gazing at those lines wondering what my destiny is. I hold a map wide open, starring at those lines wondering where my destination is. Somehow I feel similarities between these lines on my palm and those on that map.

Both show where I am right now and where I could be. It shows how far I should dare to go and how far I can achieve even if I dare. These criss-crossing lines seem to hold back many secrets which would be revealed with time. Where will be that end, what will be that fate which I often think about. Where will be that destination, what will be that destiny which we are going to share !

Silence of a Shell

Why is she so silent, I wonder many time...

What could be the reason, I speculate all the time...

Why is she so silent, I ask her many time...

What could be the reason, I fail to think of all this time...