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 !