Sadness is self motivated, persistent, independent just like happiness but the difference between the two is like the difference between the soothing water and the igneous oil. One calms us down and if not spread intentionally the drop stays put, but sadness spreads without effort like a drop of petrol, non-cohesive spreading around and seeping through thinnest of cracks
A storm knocks at the door of a burnt hut
The inmate sits inside clutching tightly the last of the belongings left after the all engulfing fire
If the door opens it will be refreshing
The storm will be a breath of fresh air
Will dust the gutted hut of it's ashes.
Will sweep the lines of past sadness from the face
The feet two steps towards the bolted door and one step back
Lest the storm might take away with it the last of the belongings
The storm may wipe away the hut itself leaving in its wake no place to go
No place to sit with clenched fists and head drawn in
No door left to expect more subtle knocks
The storm knocks softly now
The round of questions ensue again
She has so much within to shower
But the soul that triggers her is only the one which doesn’t need to be quenched
She is the moonlight, but the luminescence that draws her is the sun itself.
She so yearns to be awaited, to be sought eagerly. But what pulls her is calm personified
She revers the desire of the first man for the first woman
What enthralls her is the monk like poise
She is the river itself, but what satiates her is the thirst for the sea
She revels in wisdom, but what enlightens her is the conquest of the curious man
It keeps moving on so do I
It doesn't wait for anyone
Those who don't value it never have enough of it
Though it moves by the limited repeated names of seconds or minutes or hours but there are unlimited unique moments in every second, minute or hour.
When we have less flowers to decorate a place, we use all of them on the outside and at times even tear up and strew the flowers to cover more area. Someone who comes visiting is held captive or impressed for sometime however once the person stays for long and gets to see it all inside out, he/she is met with disappointment at the beauty of the interiors being below expectation.
Similarly, when we know less or have a shorter horizon as a person, we may impress someone by using all that we have at hand, but it cannot help us retain our relationship with the admirer of those qualities.
We need to cultivate more flowers, in other words we need to increase our treasure of qualities such as wisdom, knowledge, goodness, kindness, morals, dignity and deportment, to retain the right kind of people. Lest the few flowers will wilt and rot and would look more repulsive than a place sans flowers. A place sans flowers can be equated to a person who may not be very wise and may not have things to say, whose beauty lies in his knowledge of self and seeking.
Keep evolving, keep enriching, keep beautifying the inner self.
There is no limit to the return on this investment.
I asked God to erase the memories that I don't like
He said fill in so many good thoughts that no space is left for any memories in your heart (heart because I think from my heart)
I have begun on his path
Waiting for a day when only his grace and luminescence fill me
Electric current in a semiconductor is because of unfilled spaces for electrons; current in metals is owing to electrons that are free to move. Salute you God, what subtle way to put across your intervention in everything that happens. You create those spaces, those requirements, that keep the current of life's river moving, taking people places in its stride.
If everything is justified from some or the other point of view, if it is always a fight between right and right, then nothing is a crime in this world.
Murderers, Thieves, Rapists, Cheat's also have justifications for their acts in their own eyes.
We only need to increase our tolerance!! (read Hypocrisy) levels to various degrees to accommodate all of them; and a little more if we also want to join in their celebrations.
So hard to see the colors black and white these days. Everyone seems to get comfortable behind grey covers.
So hard to see vertebrates with spines, molluscs are galore, falling on each other, unable to keep their heads high on their own. Without own voice, without own brains. Parasites feeding on parasites.
The black silhouette of a bird merges with the black mountains. What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not. All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose. When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening. And again life is beautiful.
Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again This time it was a post by Ramesh sir http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1
Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain doston
Ek nayi khoobsoorat zameen par
Saath me sapnon in razai hai, ummeedon ki lau
Khud pe yakeen ki laathi hai
Purane kuchh doston ke diye rishton ke beej sambhal rakhein hain
Fir is mousam ki zindagi boni hai
Jab tak logon ke dil yahan bhi banjar na ho jayein
Tab tak kuchh shaamein kaatni hain
On the treadmill as a beginner when I increase the speed, I panted at every degree of increase 3, 4, 5, 6 KMPH. Then I walked at a speed of 6KMPH for 5min. Thereafter when I decreased the speed, I felt relaxed even at speeds that had made me pant earlier.
I couldn't help thinking, can't we apply this to dear old life, when we choose to increase the level of efforts, a little less trouble will seem like a break.
And that's the best possible, coz life will never be without times that need effort.
One has to find a way to find breaks within that maze of times hard and a little less hard.
Tall, Fair or a little dusky, a face of straight lines, with lips pulled in.
Clean hands, clear lines on Palm, few veins sticking out.
Coffee on table, book beside, enjoying his own company.
An eye for beauty, a ear for the sounds of nature. Well traveled, well moved around.
Not only lives but sees life
Sees people for what they are. Unconventional, laid back and serious about business at the same time
Treats a person as a person first.
Soffisticated, suave, respects people
Soil with soil and rain with rain
Not hesitant to go out of the way at times, impulsive at times, doesn't think in moments that are worth only living
Humble, yet aware of his abilities
A kids laughter...
A man's poise
A lover's heart
And a doers resolve
Can hear the melody of silence
Can feel the quiet entailed in a crowd
This will moult and bring out the butterfly
And perhaps life could be close to what could be :)