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Illusions !

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Thirsty and weary, the feet drags on
The spirit not having lost hope
Suddenly the most inviting sight beckonsShimmering Hope
With a glistening lake in my peripheral view.

I feel blood gushing through my every pore
From the tip of the head to the toe
Eureka! I jump in glee
As I hasten in incredible speed

Oh Alas !  A mirage !!
In place of, what I thought was an oasis!
In a quest for something, that never was
Oh the nuances of the mind and the heart !

Motherhood !

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That little something that wrenches your heart
When you hear a child wailing inconsolably in a doctors room
That little something that tears you apart
Seeing a penniless old man begging for alms
That little something that wants you to nurture happiness
In the lives of those dear to you
That little something that makes you put your children first
Ahead of any priority else
Such ‘that little somethings’ is pretty much
What defines and dominates Motherhood !

The colours of life !

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Shades of the sky !

Oh how alluring is the possibility of  knowing things
With a clear, lucid vision,
When its all laid out in black and white
And ambiguity is, but an evading state !

Yet  between these shades of black and white
Lies the amazing colours and flavours of life.
The varied shades, in a constant ever-changing fashion
Adds mystery and magic, fear and awe
Thus paints a picture, the most fascinating one, ever !

Akin to the ever changing skies, be it dusk or dawn,
Taking myriad forms as elements intervene,
Watch the shades in our life transform,
With our every single breath & every heartbeat!

How so  wonderful
Would it be
To simply lose oneself
From the nuances of the future
Or that of the past
And simply soak in a trancelike joy,
Where nothing else matters
As we enjoy the roller coaster ride,
Like a passenger on the clouds,
Left with an experience of this lifetime !

Lets take the time
To feel the magic
Soak in its pure and complete bliss
And let it simply take our breath away !

Ouch…it hurts !

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DSC_0942“Not all scars show, not all wounds heal.  Sometimes you cant see the pain someone else feels”

I read this somewhere recently and it struck a chord.  My expressions on this emotion : PAIN

I look up into a night , devoid of stars
I am overcome with an urge to reach out to the void
Sheer space sans definition of any kind
Could sometimes be a solace to an aching heart
That wants to feel no pain, no hate, no love
Just sheer plain  ‘nothing’!

That crouching agony
Those sleepless nights
A soulless living
When death seems inviting than life!

The undying scars
The lessons you never wished to be taught,
The impermanence of feelings that glares on your face
The negativity that follows you like a trail !

The insignificance of the being called you
The slow yet sure tempering of the ego in you!

You came alone
And so shall you leave
Its worth to build some grace
And find your peace !

Come on man, have a heart !

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Today is apparently World Heart Day! My thoughts here drift simply to its symbolic representation in today’s world and absolute adoration for the soul who coined the heart logo. Think about it, its not just a complex organ even a realistic representation would require some artistic skills.  So, this Jack (of hearts) who came along, inspired perhaps by a betel leaf and coined a heart logo, totally holds my awe and adoration right now, for the sheer simplicity in representation !   Now moving on from here –

Billions of hearts around
In a biological sense indeed
Yet isn’t it the beauty in it
That we incessantly seek?

“Oh man, have a heart, listen to how I feel !”
“He hath no heart, for he hears not, to the rhythms of my beat!”
These are usual verses we hear
When we eavesdrop into hearts’ territory!

Beautiful are those
That withstands (metaphorically) the sands of time
And not wither away
By circumstances and deeds
Nesting bountiful spaces
Of love, compassion and empathy!

Hearts steeled up with ego
Quoted with pride
Hardened by rough weather and bitter pasts
Grope in darkness
Yearning to see day light !

The stellar kinds are those
That pursue kindness as breath itself
And touch peoples lives’ with its random acts,
Through selfless service and humble gestures,
They shine like the brightest star
With undiminishing charm !

What has come, will happen to pass
So a lingering hatred in the heart
Is a definite faux pas !

Come on man,
Give a piece of  your heart not mind !
‘Yeh Dil Maange More’ guarantees no peace
Try ‘Yeh Dil Dhenge more’ and ring in bliss, joy & eternal harmony!

When heart plays havoc & mind plays along !

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The thing about impermanence of beings and events, is that there are times it gets difficult to go with certain changing tides. And yet, as we know, to live gracefully is to accept the truth and to accept is, at times, to let go. Why then does the heart  with a childish fetish clings on to fantasies, desires and dreams?

Like parched earth, yearning for rains
A longing heart, for love
A dog, for his master
An infant, for his mothers bosom

 

Like a falling petal in thin air
Whisked away by the wind
Even before it kisses mother earth
Anything can be taken away
Why so much fancies and whims?

 

A pregnant woman’s suspense
Lasts only nine months
But the mind’s crazy cravings
Comes with no expiry timings!

 

When the mind oscillates like a pendulum
With desires and disappointments
When you can barely hold on to your breath
And focus on what is on hand
That’s when reason fails, though the heart clings.

 

Then the mind plays and replays
A million times a pretty picture within
Only to wake up at times and see, it possibly can never be
Yet the inward eye closes and shuts to reality
It dwells again in that pretty picture
The prettiest that can be !

My Dad & I

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Recently while I was checking for something on my email account, I stumbled upon a mail from dad in April 2009. It was a picasa album of his visit to Germany,his only trip abroad. I don’t know how I had passed it then, but had. The pics were so perfect, the narration impeccable…ought to be, from someone like him. But my heart tore, as he is not a part of this world any more.

They say time heals. In a way, its true. Life goes on. But what people leave behind make a ocean of a difference to those around. When you miss people it is not necessarily, the physical aspects of men and matter . Its in the smallest of things, in the beautiful memories and the inspiring moments.

Unfortunate though, to a man who meant the world to me, i dont think I did enough. I had never been that expressive kind of person with feelings (until I found some respite in blogging). Anyways, fact is, I had never felt a need to express and I would like to believe what a friend said – they know, parents always know.

The last blog he read of mine was an inspired poetry called ‘best friends’. He read it just before he left to the hospital for his first time admission for a tumour treatment and all he said was “I think you are missing your best friend but you always have the option of also choosing your parents to be one”. I just totally scoffed at the idea in my ever so usual manner of ‘Oh come on!’ (little did i realise i would lose him in a month from then).

And yet…today am inspired to write about him and am not going to resist myself from the flow… He made me feel so special and worthy. He was always ready to talk to me about things and hear anything I say (which over a period of time was practically very little). He was my reference point on anything I wanted to know. I still remember I learnt the meaning of the F letter word from him. Someone mentioned it at my school as an unutterable word and I went back to check with him. If he was surprised, he never showed. He simply gave an example of what a pair of street dogs did a couple of days back and said humans do similar things and proliferation happens, and that it was a slang.

Sometimes when you see a man living a life of a Buddha you do not want to accept it. Not because it isn’t obvious but because in practicality you think Buddhas are not made for real worlds (my poor version of real world here). Such was my take on my dad.

But am the proudest daughter today to say I grew up with a person who simply by his deeds showed how life is to be lived .   He stayed humble, curious (with a highly scientific bent of mind) and strong, facing life alike in adversity or otherwise.  He had no regrets and carried no unnecessary baggages. He had an unimaginable way of treating everyone with love no matter what. Somehow he was simply incapable of finding shortcomings in anyone. If he found value in doing something for someone he would do it – no matter who it was.  He was always abreast of the happenings around and would never sit idle.   Learning, doing & serving – in other words simply living without further thoughts – that pretty much sums him.

Here is something I wish to say to anyone reading this.   Its easy to believe life would always be the way it is. But, everything will change and there will be a time when the very things you thought were yours will be no more. Retrospective thoughts and theories are futile.   A big difference a human can make is in the way he lives, and in the way he makes his people feel….worthwhile, special or otherwise!

There are times you feel hollow

Like a life without a soul

When you lose someone

Who inspires you the most!

 

In such times though you grope for words

They feel so shallow

And justice it does not,

To express the depth

Of the way you felt!

 

But true gratitude or in memory of

Would be to immortalize

The best of the values you learnt from them

By passing it on to the rest of the world…

Then the flame of their wonderful memories

And good life, would go around

And live a befitting life, in the souls of men

Who would never let them die !