Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts

Sunday, April 3, 2016

God is with me always

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

Saturday, December 26, 2015

I Love You

The most beautiful truth and the ugliest lie a man can say is...I love you. It is even deadlier when you are lying to yourself

Sunday, October 18, 2015

God made me a woman and a river a river....but He gave me eyes and a heart to relate to the Story of the sea and the river

Once I had written


"We can walk in herds and end up in slaughter houses, without knowing why we exist. Just serving to a tasty, accepted palate.

Or we can walk as individuals, WITHOUT BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHAT WE ARE.
Not afraid to say and be what we want to be.

Time to fight the emotional slavery."

Now I have a self question......

I am in love..... I may need to camouflage somewhat to let my inner self not be disturbed.

I will need to come out of love to be what I am and not use any camouflage.

They say true love never wants to change you.... But I will need to use a false persona like a false roof to shield myself from the other people, other than Him, who will walk into my life with the next step.

If I want to stay true to my own words I will have to leave everything and come out and be a Nomad once again....but I daresay I can continue to be the person who wrote the earlier article when I become a Nomad again.......

What is a bigger misdeed, what will be more regret fueling, to have touched the dream and see it wilt (if so happens) or not to ever touch it, keep it in the pages of life to open on some lonely evening and smile at the memory of tears and sob cry my heart out at the memory of the laughs we had together.

What will be more criminal, to blame him for the death of my dreams (if so) or to leave him just when we were about to reach the shore where we would have met and united for fear of a bitter aftermath.

What goes through a river's mind..... she flows all her path to meet the sea, does she change her course just before touching the sea for the fear of loosing herself and the fear of other entities that will engulf her besides the sea....or does she carry on with the anticipation of the satisfaction of at last embracing the sea.

What is more rewarding.... to embrace the sea.. or to take a u-turn and be able to see the sea retain it's apparent blueness forever, never dirtied by the brown of silt and mud and pollution.

Why has God made me a woman and not a river and him a man not a sea... to act unlike the river and the sea...? Is that what God wants ?... Or does he show this beauty of the meeting of sea and river just to urge me to go down all the way and meet him.

Does not the river come out again and find herself again after meeting the sea.... as clouds.... cleaned, purged, with the summer Sun of truth.... does it not go all the way to the land...to revitalize, to satiate, to enrich and come back to the sea.....

But again God made me a Woman not a river....? What's the message.... ?

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Saturday, July 11, 2015

Bankrupt


10 years ago there was a 21 year old girl, sitting before the idols of deities, crying, scared, asking Him to protect her and help her and her family.

Her family had gone bankrupt, they were under threat of physical violence by the creditors.

She prayed to the lord.

She went to her school Principal's house. She had just retired and had received a lot of money.

Our girl went to her with the purpose of seeking monetary help with an intention of returning in when she starts earning. She got this confidence, coz when she had topped in her college and paid a visit to the school Principal, the Principal had expressed to her father, a desire of owning her responsibility and sending her abroad for further studies. Being self respecting, the girl had then felt a rush of blood to her cheeks, as she felt it was as if her Principal was indicating that the girl's father did not have the good sense of ensuring that she pursues further studies. She had then left the Principal's house as early as she could. But now the times had changed, she had no other way out. She had considered handing herself over to the Principal and going wherever she wanted to send her, and let her take all the credit of her success while her family will be criticized for not seeing the good sense of doing the same themselves. But in return she would ask her just 2 lac rupees.

She was wrong, not in thinking that she won't get the money, but in thinking her Principal to be mean, as she now realizes that she meant well. And she really did not have any money to spare.

Anyways, she had no success. Then she wrote a letter to a man, whose article in the newspaper had inspired her.

She wrote an email, which can be summarized thus. She was encouraged with the man's ideas and was a very good brain herself. She can promise that she will be a success as a contributor to science and society, but in order that she can actually survive and continue studying till that time, she would need her family to be intact and for that she needs money which she would return once she is successful.

No reply ever came.

Then saw an advertisement of a poetry contest online, while she was at the cyber cafe, writing the email to the person who wrote the article. She wrote a poem and went to the cyber cafe again, but she was a novice about www. She could not be sure whether the poetry actually ever got posted or not. But she had read some sample poetries there and was somehow sure that her poetry was at par if not better.

But as we know she was a novice, and never got to know what happened to her entry.

She knocked every possible door and got no answer so there she was; sitting before the deities, asking protection for her and her family. She was scared to move out of her room.

10 years later, the girl had earned a lot of money..... no not by means which generally follow such turn of events, but rather by working. She is now a confident professional, doing very well in an MNC.

But Today, she is again sitting in front of the deities, crying. She is scared. She is asking them to protect her, to help her. She is Bankrupt emotionally......

She has knocked at the hearts of people, but no reply.

There are those people like her Principal who want to own her and be proud of her traits but cannot lend the emotional help.

There are people like the article writer, who preach love is great, but have no trust on what they preach. They don't trust that lovers exist in Today's world and thus don't take the cry for help seriously.

There are those conquests like the poetry contest, where you pour your heart out, but you cannot be sure whether anything got registered or not.

Nothing has changed, it was financial misery now it is emotional.

But misery is not a currency which can buy you anything but pity.

Everything else needs to paid back in equal currency. It is just that our girl has the money but in currencies that are not accepted around here.

She is using currencies of Gold which remain as true to their value Today as they were centuries ago; and people of Today used to paper money with the various marks of Dollars, Pounds, Rupees & Euros are more eager to believe that her currencies are too good to be True. The coins according to them can be Gold plated at best and will wear out showing the plastic within in no time.

The Girl with all her Gold, sits in front of the deities and cries, coz with all that Golden Currency of emotions and sincere love, she is bankrupt, she cannot get them exchanged to fill her hungry heart and thirsty eyes.

She is Bankrupt in this world of paper currency of make believe value.

Friday, March 9, 2012

All coloured up.....where's the Ganges


The green of childhood, the pink of youth
added the brown of the woman of the world,
The blue of the intelligent woman,
The grey of the undecided heart
Some pure white hidden somewhere in the grey
Added a dash of the purple of determined decision
Some golden of the glittering dreams of every woman
Some red from the past bleeding heart now clotted black
Again some purple of decision
Now all I see is black in the mirror
Trying to wash it off drenches my entire being with the overflowing black
Trying to hold on to the shining white at times sticking out from within
The white gets tainted.
And the new found coat of inncocent yellow is under the threat of turning all black
gradually from the seepage and surfacing and mingling of the deep ancient layers of black

Only way out is to close the eyes, take a deep breath and stay emeregd in quiet cool waters for moments, hours or even years till every colour is washed off
Till everything is so white that even the faintest of innocent yellow will stand out and stay there.

But where is that Ganges.... ?

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The reflection



The reflection in the mirror answers the same description
But the address does not bring out the same person
She gropes in the chaos, the dust of insecurity closes her eyes
She holds on to what she can, and all that she holds gives up
She tries to stand, quite firm looking ground
It's sliding away, it's just quick sand; she looks around
 She speaks the same words over again to herself loud enough
What echoes back from within is a sarcastic cough
She tries saying something else; it's no use anymore
The same sarcastic cough from within is all she can hear
The cough that blows up her claims of knowledge
Knowledge of her own self, knowledge of within
Can't say masks have come up or masks have come off
Can't say pain has numbed love or reality got it written off 
But if this is real, that was a dream, a beautiful one
If she was asleep then, why does she now want to doze off and be gone ?

Sunday, November 21, 2010

So hard to let go; harder still to keep

It was hard to keep and harder to let go;
So I kept

And then........

It became hard to let go and harder to keep.

So I let go.... and so on

And then did the vicious circle ensue .....


Now what..... ?????

You are winning

You think you have me just where you wanted  That you, through your consistent coldness, have successfully trained me to give you space  If ...