Saturday, December 11, 2010
said my wise friend to me, lies in dying before you die, and realizing that there is no death.
And his eyes twinkled.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Twilight
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
कहीँ ज़मीन तो कहीँ आसमान नहीं मिलता
तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार ना हो
जहाँ उम्मीद हो उसकी वहाँ नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
कहीँ ज़मीन तो कहीँ आसमान नहीं मिलता
जिसे भी देखिए वोह अपने आप में गुम है
जुबां मिली है मगर हम-जुबां नहीं मिलता
बुझा सका है भला कौन वक़्त के शोले
यह ऐसी आग है जिस में धुआं नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
These are the words of a famous poet. I'm not sure of the name.
कहीँ ज़मीन तो कहीँ आसमान नहीं मिलता
तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार ना हो
जहाँ उम्मीद हो उसकी वहाँ नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
कहीँ ज़मीन तो कहीँ आसमान नहीं मिलता
जिसे भी देखिए वोह अपने आप में गुम है
जुबां मिली है मगर हम-जुबां नहीं मिलता
बुझा सका है भला कौन वक़्त के शोले
यह ऐसी आग है जिस में धुआं नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
These are the words of a famous poet. I'm not sure of the name.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
First Principles
home is where i can go back to the first principles
no punctuation stops nor grammar binds
and the sun feels as good as the rain
no punctuation stops nor grammar binds
and the sun feels as good as the rain
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Youth
When one is young
One often forgets that youth is a great virtue.
Perhaps the greatest of them all.
One often forgets that youth is a great virtue.
Perhaps the greatest of them all.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
On decisions
In the locality of the here and now, all decisions can only be baseless. We can hardly comprehend the vast array of the multiple factors that affect us and our lives. Yet we fret over decisions so much, spend so much time and energy on them. And then we claim to have made informed decisions. The truth, my friend, is that us folks of the third rock are masters at self delusion.
But it is good that we do not have access to all the factors that we should pay heed to. The overwhelming vastness of possible choices and outcomes, coupled with the fact that no one knows what they really want is terrifying.
So we trudge along, pretending to have made the right decision looking forward ten years into the future, and believing so even ten years hence thus having the magnanimous capacity of accepting what we are dealt out.
But it is good that we do not have access to all the factors that we should pay heed to. The overwhelming vastness of possible choices and outcomes, coupled with the fact that no one knows what they really want is terrifying.
So we trudge along, pretending to have made the right decision looking forward ten years into the future, and believing so even ten years hence thus having the magnanimous capacity of accepting what we are dealt out.
Monday, August 14, 2006
The anti-end
In a blaze of inadequacy towers burn. What once was is yet to change and the interim spreads its arms, enshrouding the past and the future with its ominous tentativeness.
We, who do not worship the moment, look at the interim with the scorn of familiarity. And it smiles back at us, that wily usurer. It knows that the result was decided before the game began. To live, another day, great sacrifices are made. Make it worthwhile.
We, who do not worship the moment, look at the interim with the scorn of familiarity. And it smiles back at us, that wily usurer. It knows that the result was decided before the game began. To live, another day, great sacrifices are made. Make it worthwhile.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
A kiss to build a dream on
In a search for life I stumble upon some rocks lying by the pathway. Forced to stop to gather myself I notice a world. Green grass and yellow flowers. Red sun and blue eyes. Warmth of a cool breeze. The floating whiff of fresh cookies and wet earth. Rain drops and tinkling laughter.
For a moment I lose myself.
For a moment I lose myself.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Monday, December 12, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Far, far away...
A Case of Mistaken Identity
There was a little green creature right in the centre of the universe who didn’t much like it there. He wanted to move away from his place deep in space to a location nearer the borders where he thought were the shores of this universe and the seas of ether. He wanted to build a small house there so he could go and surf in the ether whenever he wanted to. So he set out in search for the celestial beach and the ethereal sea.
He put his belongings in a little knapsack on his back and some loose change in his pocket to tip the cab drivers. He walked out of his front gate, and looked down the road which he assumed to lead away from the centre of the universe. With a grin, he gave a hop, skip, and a jump and ambled along merrily.
There was a little green creature right in the centre of the universe who didn’t much like it there. He wanted to move away from his place deep in space to a location nearer the borders where he thought were the shores of this universe and the seas of ether. He wanted to build a small house there so he could go and surf in the ether whenever he wanted to. So he set out in search for the celestial beach and the ethereal sea.
He put his belongings in a little knapsack on his back and some loose change in his pocket to tip the cab drivers. He walked out of his front gate, and looked down the road which he assumed to lead away from the centre of the universe. With a grin, he gave a hop, skip, and a jump and ambled along merrily.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
A Trickle
Perhaps, in another life.
Shall we drink to that?
Unattained meanings,
And hidden corners;
Truth that is true
and ringing.
Shall we drink to that?
Unattained meanings,
And hidden corners;
Truth that is true
and ringing.
Monday, October 17, 2005
A Prayer and a Question
How can I, in this short life and a world of countless untold miracles, ever be satisfied until I have partaken of the nectar from every flower. Can I do so and yet hope to find living life?
I pray, most sincerely, not for peace but for intensity.
Go: celebrate.
I pray, most sincerely, not for peace but for intensity.
Go: celebrate.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Portrait of a new step
Sword in sheath, armored and horseback, he is ready. Today is going to be an interesting day, to say the least. He is only just aware of the swarm of the men behind him.
It is time. The Child Of The Wind has taken up the sword and the land waits to be reclaimed. The skies look down to the earth promising rain; the clouds are in a frenzy. In every breath he can sense the earth and air and sky. He and his beast are one and as one stand, poised to fly, on a weave of air.
Three more minutes. Three more minutes to first light. Three more minutes to a new dawn. He closes his eyes and he can feel the land and the rocks and the sparse trees. He can feel the army behind, their intensity radiating out. He can feel them below, and he does not cringe this time at the thought of them. His eyes remain closed. He knows the first rays are appearing from the other hand. He unsheathes his sword; the beast lifts a leg expectantly and his men await with bated breath for the Child Of The Wind to complete his terpsichore. The sword rises, catching these first rays and scattering them across the realm as far as the eye can see, laying his claim to the soil of his gods.
It is time. The Child Of The Wind has taken up the sword and the land waits to be reclaimed. The skies look down to the earth promising rain; the clouds are in a frenzy. In every breath he can sense the earth and air and sky. He and his beast are one and as one stand, poised to fly, on a weave of air.
Three more minutes. Three more minutes to first light. Three more minutes to a new dawn. He closes his eyes and he can feel the land and the rocks and the sparse trees. He can feel the army behind, their intensity radiating out. He can feel them below, and he does not cringe this time at the thought of them. His eyes remain closed. He knows the first rays are appearing from the other hand. He unsheathes his sword; the beast lifts a leg expectantly and his men await with bated breath for the Child Of The Wind to complete his terpsichore. The sword rises, catching these first rays and scattering them across the realm as far as the eye can see, laying his claim to the soil of his gods.
Pause
In a world of bleary eyed splendour, and a warped sense of being, we walk down the aisles pretending not to look. The rain falls down around us and we fight it with umbrellas and galoshes. The by-lanes of the mind rot in unuse and the spaces we search for are forever lost. The sun sets in brilliant flames of red and gold and a wordless sigh escapes.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Midnight
As each of us have life within ourselves, so we all have non-life too, something that is constantly denigrating our present selves. And this creates a shift from one state of mind to another, and we live only in states of the mind and an illusion of some constancy among these which gives the life a more over-bearing role than the non-life.
During the Shift, we are unsure, and this unsurety makes us grab on to a part of the previous, which we will soon begin to deem as constant, but only until we find some other form of constancy.
During the Shift, we are unsure, and this unsurety makes us grab on to a part of the previous, which we will soon begin to deem as constant, but only until we find some other form of constancy.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Good Morning
Interrogations Of A Life Unreached.
Some questions, some answers. More thoughts, and a few conjectures.
Some might be cross posted on another blog of mine.
See you around.
Some questions, some answers. More thoughts, and a few conjectures.
Some might be cross posted on another blog of mine.
See you around.