Get drunk, be drunk...Always !

One should always be drunk. That’s the one thing that matters. In order not to feel the horrible burden of time, which breaks your shoulders and crushes you to the ground, one should be drunk without ceasing. But on what? On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as suits you. But get drunk….     

- Charles Baudelaire

How do I celebrate ?

“Celebration when your plan is working? Anyone can do that. But when you realize that the story of your life could be told a thousand different ways, that you could tell it over and over as a tragedy, but you choose to call it an epic, that's when you start to learn what celebration is. When what you see in front of you is so far outside of what you dreamed, but you have the belief, the boldness, the courage to call it beautiful instead of calling it wrong, that's celebration.”

― Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life

Let me Fly !!

I’m still fly, I’m sky high, and I dare anybody to try to cut my wings.
                                                     DRAKE - ”I’M STILL FLY”

All I need to do is...

 

I reach out from shadows to light
I tread my path, make my way
I look down not in fear
I only feel a gush of passion
All I need to do is...Climb
 

The Harvester

I want a Movement

"I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life."

- From the novella Family Happiness by Leo Tolstoy.

I am Alive !!

When I break that shell to spread out
When I leave home to an unknown field
When I con that razor held against me
Is when I feel…I am alive !

Time to Live !

Of all the things I have lost and saved. Of all the possessions I miss and cherish,
The time, it is the time, which has been the most evident.
The time when you made someone laugh, time when those tears rolled down your cheeks,
The time you spend with your friends, time when you missed your loved ones,
The time which made you wait, time when you wanted to wait,
The time when you were lonely, time when you wanted to be lonely.

Value it, capture it, treasure it, live it !

Shade of your Soul

 

 A good picture is worth a thousand words. It can do magic to your mood & emotion. If it can do magic to your mood & emotion, can’t it capture the same ? A colourful representation of what you are deep inside. A pictorial demonstration of what you always wanted to let others know. A shade of your soul, colour of your spirit !!

Celebrate Food !

For many food is just a source of energy which keeps them alive and kicking. But then there are few who cherish it, love it and just celebrate it. It symbolizes their feel and flavor, their mood and rhythm. Right from Sattvic food to a Rajabhojanam, they celebrate all with the same fervor. Cheers to all such friends of mine out there. Have a great meal and thank God for that!

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 ?