Posts Tagged ‘child’

Once there was a Child,

I’ve lost him in abandoned dreams,

I became a Man.

Once there was God,

I’ve caged him in temples,

I became a Man.

Once there was a Sea of Love,

I’ve dried it up with reason,

I became a Man.

Once there were Skies of Freedom,

I’ve cut off my wings, in a run for the buck,

I became a Man.


Now I’m a Beggar, not home-less, but Soul-less.

Half-naked as the Truth,

As Sinful as Love,

As Real as Death.


All Life, is only a ‘precious’ moment between Dreams and memories..


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Unborn Mind ?

A book or a film is never a guide …. It isn’t a manual which tells us What to do or How to do something. I don’t see much difference between a book, a song or a color .I don’t understand when ppl say tat they don’t like a person, or they don like to watch movies.

I see a book, art, painting or a person just as…. a potential of infinite beauty… It’s a boat on the shore of the most beautiful lake . It’s all up to us… what do we do with it..  Jump on to it and take a ride or leave it there.

It is the ‘most precious’ one. An object of our own self, waiting to be touched.Its  a candle to lighten up, the unopened shelves of our soul. I won’t guarantee that the ride wud leave us all smiling…  it brings us fears , hope ,happiness…but, all of that was there already in us… it’s our very own ‘self’… if we don’t feel our ‘self’ , What more do we have  to do in here?

Everything…. Every single thing in this world is Art. So beautiful that, it is  just waiting for that perfect moment to take birth. Beauty is born in our mind. We give it a life and nurture it.

There can’t be a dull or in-understandable thing. It’s all us. It’s all our mind.

It’s us who give it a meaning. When we say we agree or disagree to an idea, we give it a meaning and shape.

When we think abt Sea, It is very serene. But sometimes,  It blows us off with its silence. It scares us with its silence… n we understand these words and relate to them… ”Scaring silence”… But silence is serene…. Then how did we agree, n relate silence with fear … and saw beauty in the “Scary silence” of the sea?

There’s is no reason in this world. It exists only in the mind. We give an equally fitting reason for doing something or not doing it. We have religious-tolerance, career-tolerance and at last… thought-tolerance. We can jus agree or disagree to anything at any time.

We call it “Our World”. That’s the way the world is…Isn’t it? >-)

Mind is just a mental machine … Group of thoughts hovering here and there… when we try to relate or connect them, with all our reasons and explanations…… thoughts are brought to life. We feel alive. We accomplish something. It’s great for some ppl… nothing for some… cruel for some or  boring for some.

People give us,  and to our accomplishment, a meaning … We give a concern, meaning, shape to their reasoning … They react to our reaction and it’s endless … Just goes on…

I can’t believe in any belief (?).  If mind is controlling us, our actions and our thoughts … Why don’t we see the insanity, when sum one tells us to control our mind? If sum thing else can control it… what s it? Shouldn’t that be controlled again?

Enough of bull shitting !

I want to laugh hysterically when I hear the words ”Hope” and “Move on” with equal prominence.

Ppl are nodding their heads to “Hope”.

Ppl are nodding their heads to “Move on”.

Isn’t us who give them a meaning? Don’t we rape our mind and beget “Hope”!!!!!…. Don’t we destroy it and bury our very own child (hope) in the sands of ‘reality’ ? But our children aren’t dead.

when some one gives me  a flower.. a beautiful flower… I am  glad and happy. I love it … but I see the child’s smile in that. When I ask them where was the flower from. They point to the sand, where I buried my Hope…. my child.

Can love blossom over buried hopes?

What the heck do we need in this life?

Career?  Money? Fame? Or Accomplishments? What do we need…? Or do we NEED jus Peace of mind? More desires, more needs.

What we desire is what we think , we need to desire.

What we need is what we think , we desire to need.

To live. To exist. To pass on… To justify the glory of our own life… if we lead a simpler life… to justify the glory of simplicity…

Life will always be a struggle …. Struggle to be great… Struggle to be simple.

I’m angry  at this moment…

Angry at what I know… which tells me what I need to know… which, after knowing, tells me….that the only reason for knowing is to be angry….Later I realize that I shouldn’t be angry n then, I realize that I can’t be angry… It’s all a mind game to be angry, to love , to live.

I jus want to break through my mind and ask it….  what it really wants?  (Who’s asking my mind?)

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When a thought arises in the mind… Whose is that? Does it really belong to me?  My precious had asked us ,why we are happy when it rains?

I wanted to sing about it… even wanted to write a poem about it… Here I am thinking about it.

The first joy of rain was felt when we were young and sang those little rhymes . No wonder why most of us recollect them, when it rains. Later rain became a reason to bunk schools n to play with paper boats :). Even now I see little children looking innocently into the cloudy sky with a melancholic smile.

A child can always teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires. – Paulo Coelho

Rain is always a best friend to a child .It is their reason to be crazily happy. When the first drop of rain touches a child’s face, nothing on Earth can describe their joy .I think the only difference between a child and an adult is that, a child always finds a reason to be happy. As a matter of fact ,true happiness doesn’t need bigger reasons. For me, Rain will always be one.

It reminds me of a scene in “At first sight”…where Virgil (A blind guy) talks about rain. He says that rain becomes his vision .The smell of the mud, echo of rain drop in the room ,sound of wind blowing across trees… All these let him feel the mud, the room, trees n lot of things.

I think that rain makes us feel our own self. The drops running through your hair ,face and spine…  And as rain drenches us, we feel ourselves completely !.

As Richard Linklater says The only mystery in this world is in the space between people.

Yes ,its just the space .Its up to us ,what we make out of this space .Let it be a handshake or a slap or a kiss or an unexplainable touch of your loved one or a hug to an inconsolable person .The mystery is all in the space between us.

I believe that rain unifies this space. It fills our vision and ‘our world’ with water to feel, thunders to hear and pouring clouds to see. We feel as if the whole world is raining and every one experiencing it. If we think about what makes us happy… It would be an idea of an unified soul. That is the reason why people are happy at large congregations, massive weddings or packed stadiums. What makes us happy is the idea of one soul reverberating in every one around us !!!.

Rain is a symbolism for unconditional love. It just pours and gives us happiness with out any expectations . We cant give it anything, and more than that, it cant take anything !! 🙂 .That’s the beauty of nature and the universe .If we had to learn something about life … who else wud be the best teacher other than nature?

Rainbow wud one of the best things about nature .Who else could coronate Earth other than Rain? And what else would be better than a Rainbow? I look at it  as crown for  every  man who lives HOW A MAN SHOULD LIVE .

It enlightens us that, what we see with our eyes is not actually, what it is .Who can put it more beautifully than rain that, light, the essence of life, is not just plain or lackluster .We just see the Seven colors through a Rainbow, but it is just a speck of splendidness !.Like wise, Life is not what we see or even understand what it is .It is beyond human comprehension.

Rain is no exception to be a Paradox .It brings joy to some and sorrow to others .There is no point to judge it ,we can only experience and believe in it .They say that some people love to walk in rain so that we cant see their tears .I don’t know if their sadness brings the rain or the rain brings their sadness .If they are sad, Rain becomes a pat on their shoulder ,If they are not, Rain rhythms with the dance of their happiness.Happiness is always in us,it’s up to us to feel it or not.Its just a choice made by an awakened soul.

I see a pouring rain n I don’t see many people outside… May be we think that enjoying the rain is insane or silly :).May be it’s good for me .I get to see people ,in this world,who LIVE and don’t just EXIST.

Every one getting wet in the rain has a story to tell and I’d listen to their story as it rains .When the rain is gone, part of our soul gets hidden or disappeared .



The story is not yet over, because It will Rain again ! n  I’ll be out in the ‘world’  again !.


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