Monday, 17 December 2012

Death..



Death is so much safer than life!! For others make each minute hateful and compel us to hate life so that we will yearn for death which will take us far from this lustful, jealous, envious, criminal world. After all living in a place of walls with burning sulfur and hanging upside down above a volcano often seems less scary and much acceptable than living with man and his deeds. Life seems to be a training that we accept and love death for our souls must have complained to God they haven't lived on Earth while reclining in the peace and safety of heaven and finally got bored ;)

Survival...



Survival is not living through a war but the hopes and dreams of starting a new sorrow- free life after the war...Yes, Survival is not conquering the situation you are in but dreaming or hoping for something that is really worth the troubles you are going through in the present.The more colorful your dreams and hopes are, you become the most fittest who has the ability to survive.It is not about what you have but HOPES and DREAMS of what you will or can have....

Friday, 23 November 2012

A song of Life...

If life feels not worth living for
Why opt for ourselves the death door?
Death is never an option, but the ultimate end
Destiny plays a queer game of life, the secret is to defend...
It takes its turns one by one and leaves us helpless unarmed,
The success is when we stand and defend and keep ourselves unharmed.
Each move it makes blurs us in mist of fear,
But look through and you will find no fire beyond the smoke barrier...
It pretends to play a strong predator,
But in real it is the prey and we the terminator...
Yet no chance, destiny depends on us,
To find our path ans fulfill our quest.
Hidden at the end of each path awaits us
A reward picked by God for the one who wins...
To win is to live till the end, there is no other player,
Just that our destiny intervene with other layers.

The Invisible Hand....




Lifting my head the sky caught my attention where the supreme have stretched the blue canvas ready to mix colours for the night. The clouds were like cotton balls sucking up the golden syrup poured on it and became dense glowing with a gleam of gold.The invisible hand seemed to be on work where fluorescent orange was dabbed here and there and the glowing cotton balls were squeezed out to let the golden glow ooze into the sky...The fingers worked constantly unseen smudging the shade well into the blue to form a pale violet and the entire sky lost its glow, and coloured pale violet...And lo! a star had dropped! and there another! and many more ...everywhere twinkling ardently as if awaken from a good sleep and the crescent moon peeped out of the horizon as if to check if the sun had gone down enough...


The hand seemed to be working ore simultaneously now and the entire blue canvas mixed up and smudged to black. The clouds now drained off all the golden liquid was soft, fluffy and light again to float the black sky careful not to bombard into the little stars or the crescent moon so they altered their course to a lower level....And then the revelation struck me. It was the invisible hand that painted the bright sky black, but never forgot to drop the shiny little stars and the moon to brighten it up. It had assigned the sun and the moon to take turns to brighten up the world and sends a soft breeze to caress every creation it hass made to make everything feel loved and cared for. How thoughtless of me! I thought the world hated me but know when I look again people are just puny creations who want to be loved but doesn't recognize the miracle , the magic the hand does to make us feel loved... 


And once again the world was lovable. But this time not the people. HUMANS HARDLY MAKE THE WORLD. So I smiled to the trees, the birds and the stray animals. I shared a bit of what I ate with them. The world was magical again...It gave me the innocent pristine love.The twinkling eyes of the stray dogs promising me even the sacrifice of their life for a morsel or two I shared with them. How lovable is the world and innocent are the creatures. O!! No I didn't mean humans...Humans are like snakes who bite on the hands that feed. So I loved the world except men and women. But i did love children, they were mentally untouched by selfishness and they felt the love of the hand and saw the colours of the world. They loved back everything and their eyes twinkled endlessly when they cried as well as when they smiled... They know the kiss of the breeze and the touch of the hand and like me the stars kindled their joy...



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Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Making someone look happy isn't the same as making someone feel happy.

Our dear ones want to see only our smiling faces and we yearn for theirs....Doesn't matter what grief eats them and how fatally their heart melts...We want to see them smile and that's all that matters... Finally when we see them smile despite their troubles and sorrows we never realize it is a compromise they are making with their heart. The eyes lay dry and lips smile while the heart kills itself melting in the pain unable to wash it off with tears for the sake of their dear ones. 

The one who is wrong is not the person but others who fail to realize the deadly poison that is slowly killing their beloved and demand for the smile. It is only because people are selfish. they don't care what the other person is going through and demand stubbornly for them to be happy so that we can make ourselves happy believing we made someone smile.But the truth is we take the sin of the dying heart on our self. We have stopped a heart from letting the pain inside escape as tears.


 If you really want to be happy that you made someone happy first know what is it that is hurting them, then help them to overcome the situation doesn't matter if they cry out just let them wash all the pain away with those streams of salt. Accept their likes and dislikes as they have the right to make choices in life too. Stop imposing yourself on them just because you think that will make them happy. Understand that happiness comes when one does what one like and not when they are forced to do what others like. If you want to be happy that you have really made someone happy just let them be the way they want and cry out or be sad or sit alone for sometime and give them peace. After all no one's head makes a tasty meal :-P you can always munch on other tasty stuffs like a chocolate bar or chips...why eat someone's head to make you happy ??



My point : Making someone look happy isn't the same as making someone feel happy... For someone to feel happy just let them be how they are and only intervene if you are needed. Don't impose yourself on them may it be your spouse may it be your child may it be your parents or even friend....

Monday, 19 November 2012

People, reputation and soul....

No matter how good a person be if his/ her past was stained over  imaginary or true incidents, could have been gossips or if the present is so , the world will always remember the tale regardless of its credibility. Even if he/she is the best and honest person living on Earth in the present, people will still only remember them as bad. If they were extremely good and ideal in the past and was putrefied only over a single incident the world will still tag them only to being sinister. 

It actually is not the problem of the person but the world's. It is because there be a black spot on a white cloth or a white spot on a black, people tend to notice the black and describe the image in terms of black. Stains are always stains for them even if it has been washed off by action or words. People stain their hearts with these memories of the stains of others that they hardly have eyes to notice the goodness that was or that have become. 


It is just the way you notice the pupil of the eye and rarely focus on the white part. We try to learn the darkness in people and hardly see the light in them . This is the sole reason why we cant see the light in ourselves and believe in the existence of God in idols rather than recognizing the light in the people we see and the light in our heart. You can call the light SOUL....

Monday, 12 November 2012

There is a place for everyone...



Often the world shrinks into nothing but darkness and the darkness engulfs you. No one seems to be real and everyone is stranger to you. You feel the world is a worst place to be and you yearn to leave...There is but an easy thing that you can then do and that is the panacea to every place you feel is untrue...

Just pretend that you know everyone

And smile to everyone you see...
The world will smile back to you in content
And you will know that you are no more lonely...

The world is lovable enough for everyone to fit and find a a place but it just that we don't try. The world has sky for everyone and a shelter under every tree. When you feel too lonely and if people scare you to hell...try smiling to those little birds and all the flowers you see. You will feel them blooming for you and the birds will sing for you. The miracle happens that you can understand them but only if you listen with all your heart and feel....


Sunday, 11 November 2012


Space for pain....




A man was so dedicated to God that God  had to appear before him one day. When granted a boon the man was overjoyed and asked for immortality and happiness without any pain all along his life. The wish was granted and he lived happily for many years. Finally he got bored of his life and called upon God again. This time he wanted to die and go with God to Heaven. His wish was granted again. Time passed but he felt no different from the passiveness he felt when he was alive. Heaven was the ultimate place of peace but his mind was never at peace. Everything around him was happy but he felt his heart cry...it was desperate for something and he knew it was pain.When he was alive he longed for death and when he was dead he wanted pain. A rather foolish thought you might comment. But even though he was happy his  happiness was not felt by the heart, and why? Because only sorrow and pain can let you realize joy and peace.In theories of  Ferdinand de Saussure this comparison of the opposites that we unconsciously do to decipher meanings of a thing is termed Binary Opposition. To know what is good you compare it with bad. The same way if you have to feel how good is the sun you should endure the chill of winter. The man was happy but he could never feel the essence of happiness because he never again had pain or suffering to distinguish between the two and hence failed to feel his happiness.It is funny how people think only of extremes ,ie, life and death. The struggles, sacrifice, toil, pain, understanding, compassion, bravery, pity, fear everything that comes before and after the extremes are often tried to be forgotten or avoided. Man try to believe that these pain doesn't exist or believe that it is the only things that exist. We often try to escape from such pain but fail to realize that it is the only thing that make us realize and differentiate life and death. Without suffering no achievement is worth the joy and no happiness touches the heart....


Friday, 9 November 2012

Every touch, every smile is an exploration

Every touch, every smile is an exploration. Every time you try to know there is a sudden revelation. Unknown words become familiar verse and the distant star shines in  dreams, secrets get magically revealed and  not a word stays concealed.

This is the first day of my my blogging and I really wanted to do this as I couldn't stop my intense desire for this blog. It came to me a few hours ago and wouldn't let me do anything. My heart is stronger than my will and goes on making me do eccentric things but I enjoy doing what my heart wants as it is the sole power that keeps alive my breath and beats for me every instant. It holds for my every dream and never hesitates struggling for me even when it  knows when I'm doing something wrong. So I find it essential to listen to my heart as it can speak only for my good...It speaks the language of nature and words of the Universal power. How can I deny that power which keeps me and everything alive and healthy. It is asking me to let it speak out to the world and to anyone who cares to listen. It says it have secrets to share to everyone. My heart wants to let everyone have a glimpse of the dreams I have and the imagination of my heart. It wants the world to explore the insides I don't know why but it keeps on insisting me to work my hands in forms of words and strokes but all depicting in a curiosity for exploration. I learn as my heart speaks to others and so I yearn to learn more and I know I can learn only when my heart expresses the truth. So here I am sharing the words of my heart and colors of my dreams. A blog for Dreamers and Seekers. Pardon me if don't stand up to your expectations. I myself am a mere instrument like a pen or a paintbrush that doesn't know what it writes or paints.