|Not the one to give too much thought to ... whatever it was!!😁|
Real Education Minimises Bigotry,
Read that again...
Let it sink...
Are we educated yet?
Storybooks lie strewn all around us, all the time...
The bored ticket checker, a dilapidated chair, the hasty mailman, a dent on a car,the exotic immigrant, the swing in the park, the patient school teacher, a lone lantern on a village road, the grumpy old neighbour, the limping dog and even the pesky lil kid on the sidewalk ...
Each having wrapped within them years worth of plots of worthy storylines-fresh, drab, hilarious, morose, monotonous, silent, limitless globes of frozen memories, stamped deep in space and time... some true, others-imaginary clouds of hazy delusions!
Look around, they walk amongst us... beautiful words, heartwarming feelings, loving yet derelict emoti...
Sometimes I intently gaze right into ‘nothing’, spread far beyond my visual range.
Sometimes I simply let my mind skim through moist, lukewarm, frictionless vacuum, with nothing to hold it back.
In those very moments, my breath is in such majestic rhythm and harmony... I turn into a living musical vessel!
All this magic rains when that empty, nondescript wall transforms into a salubrious wormhole launching my entire being onto a spiritually rehydrating and philosophically liberating voyage, far beyond the usual dimensions! Try it... just disconnect and fly.
Zindagi ka har lamha accha ya bura ho aisa laazmi nahi...
kuch lamhe sirf lamhe hote hain... Kore safed, Ruhaniyat mein lipte, Chain-o-aaram aur Sukoon se labrez, Quayanaat ki nawaazish- jiske liye kismat nahi, sirf khud ke haalaat mein Inaayaton ke Noor-o-Uns pehchaanane ki nazar bhar chahiye hoti hai.
Seher ki musalsal thandi taaseer aur sham ki aafareen roshani ka raqs, khushi aur gham ki sarhadon ke paar Mayyassar ehsaas hote hain.
Rising with the ashes of the past, crackle the ghosts of sins that never left my side...
I tried running fast, hid in the closet, got my fingerprints erased and my face distorted...
Thought I would rise shaking off the devil that I once was!
And then the truth came crashing down on me...
It seems that nirvana is a myth.
The sins linger on like your own stench that follows you everywhere... With eyes open or shut... With the heart beating or crushed!
Life goes on in little packets of happiness, fleeting pleasures, introspective calm, sadness & gloom, trepidation, fiery anger and repugnant hate!
The size of the packets is what matters... relax and take a deep breath, preferably latching on to a tranquil sunrise and pacifying morning breeze!
Start filling up the right packets, right now!
What stops me?
I know I mean a world to you.
I know how lovingly you gifted part of your soul, your heart and your spirit to me, the undeserving one.
I know it’s only you who will collect my broken pieces when I am done with my stupid misadventures.
I know that it’s you who has a plan and vision to fight every storm on the way and emerge victorious all the time!
And that at this turn of our lives, it’s me who is your shackle, your barrier, your tormentor.
I know it all ... but the reason what stops me to be the person you deserve ... is what remains a challenge that I don’t even consider facing...
May be it’s cowardly or may be it’s just meant to be!
May be I am all wrong or may be ...
Wake up or Self-destruct!
Sometimes you are as clear as a crystal in foreseeing a damned dark end to whatever you are up to ...
it’s just that the teasingly subtle momentary pleasure takes the better of your wisdom and you turn into a zombie walking till you somehow self-destruct!
May the odds be in your favour and you wake up just in time!
The sooner you know, the better.
What are we but a pestilent species of apes who learnt to imagine and blabber fantasies and myths!
It was all great fun until we brought ourselves to believe those myths as realities! Money, religion, social order, national pride, borders... keep counting!
What is it that I seek?
I smashed myself on the pavement of surreal philosophy ... I did read a lot and tried hard to rub the dust of wisdom all over my presumed facade! Alas... it didn’t give me what I seek... but not all went in vain... as I met with what I don’t seek! If Trial and error is what it would take... I may need to invent the elixir of life to actually improve my chances!
Waking up each day
Wrapped in a transcendent silky fluid of warmth, my eyes try hard to shut out the light.
The mind hangs between an eventful, vivid dream and the real world-full of plight.
Shall I let pains of mortality drown me or just tread the edge and enjoy the sight?
Can I let reality shake me up and smash me into my place in the world, insignificant and tight?
Or should I crouch deeper in my bed to ward off my weary fate with all my sleepy might?
I finally choose to force my eyes open and face the deep fall from my bed, with a vow to put up a significant fight!
- ‘Random thoughts while leaving bed’