Sunday, April 20, 2014

..lets just breathe!

This morning, walking through the forests, I got this feeling they try to portray in those "Life Is.." quotes. It is definitely not the pictures we try to take adjusting those ISOs and exposures in cameras, at places and with postures enacted by millions. It is not being that commonplace guy. It is about "being" in those places, listening to them and letting them master your will. Its about experiencing that force, breathing deep.. and earning a smile from it!

Friday, April 18, 2014

Being!

I love the unsullied honesty of human emotion when the human is just being. The crown of thorns - the gear of an achiever, when taken off, reveals a nakedness of emotion that is the essence of being. The gleaming unfeigned eyes, then, reveal willingness for a real human interaction - the way it naturally is meant to be. We shall be told to run, to watch out, to conquer; but I choose to stop and 'spend' time and ponder the worth of my run for my being. Its a waste! Crazy, how we strive to cut short all of the non-value adding activities which lead to the formation of products and services that, unfortunately, own us but fall short of noticing how the whole idea of these products and services add no value to our being. Where is our desire to live, to be crazy, our willingness to experience other naturally occurring beings, to walk into wilderness, to breathe the morning fogs !

Sometimes!

I still, sometimes, think of her gleaming eyes. Washed in rose-water washed dreams, perceiving the world through iris of beauty, she was a spirit so free!

I still, sometimes, find a hint of that freedom in a few people I meet. I like to think that she somehow touched them and I gratify myself in their presence, her presence!

I still, sometimes, plug in to those songs and like to paint a picture of her in my head with she watching over me and bestowing me with fathoms of emotion to explore, write and sing!

I still, sometimes, hope for her to remain in me after long that I'd let go of her. Things change. People, circumstances, everything.. they change. Let 'us' remain..

Her..



I love the way she sees the trivials.
They see greys,
I see whites and their blacks;
she witnesses colours.
A simple cup of tea that's steaming,
in a milieu of cacophony of lives in rush,
a sun that's beaming and
the time that's fleeing.
They, in rush, chase the time,
I feel the sun's supremacy
and she smiles at translucence of steam,
the exchange of warmth between the cup and her palms
and the sip of mixes that buy the calm..