Hope

Sometimes (rather most of times) I feel human relationships are useless, meaningless, heartless, mindless, feelingless, and, above all, purposeless. Every connection at times looks like mirage. Every word spoken at times mean nothing. Every action at times seems like an act of betrayal.

But there is shimmering light called Hope
which beacons afar hill-top in the Heart.
In spite of being in pain it smiles,
and smiles with such innocence and Art.
It caresses the soul, cleans all wounds,
and says with love and life in words- Don’t be so Hard…
Love, love and love, it is an Art!

Guiding Principles

Courage
To take the untrodden path,

Confidence
That I’ll walk till end,

Will
To move on against all odds

Faith
In His holy presence all along.

Half Back

I am half back here and
Half of the journey remains.
Though words may trickle
Yet away from heavy rains.

I’m desperately longing to be back here but I have to wait for some more time till I am settled completely in my new life of a student. 🙂

Thee

I went round and round
the world in search of thee.
Climbed the highest peak,
jumped in the deepest sea.
Everything else was there,
except thee, thee and thee.

I checked with eminent astronauts
who helped in reaching the moon.
I checked with eminent biologists
who develop “new” life in a cocoon.
I checked with great philosophers
with no answers coming soon.

I was perturbed with
this state of affair,
With the hypocrisy
poisoning the air
That we know too much, or
Just an empty bubble in mid-air?

The light is not out
but shining within.
The quest is not dead
but growing from thin.
The goal is not reached but
the journey is in full swing…

(to reach Thee)

The Road of Life

Journey through the road of life,
Is a walk on the edge of knife.
Focused and engaged we may cross,
Lose them and it may cut across.

Faith and confidence are must,
Shun them; life-bubbles are burst.
Walk is not rough,
Our manifestations make it tough.

The thought may go on and on…

Some time back I was thinking about problems we face in life. What are these problems? This question took me to my school days. I could very easily co-relate. Initially I was taught the alphabets, the numbers…then came the words, simple arithmetic problems… followed by sentences, tougher problems… and the complexity increased. Isn’t life same too?

One thing that I have understood about Nature (or God or whatever we may call) is that EVOLUTION and nothing but EVOLUTION is its (avoiding gender controversy :P) ONE and ONLY agenda. Whenever Nature feels that we need to move ahead, learn new lessons it blesses us with “the problems”, we hate the most. We are left with no option but to face. Worst… there is no escaping. Till we master what Nature wants us to master, the problem will recur again and again in different forms.

No one remains the same before and after the arrival of pain (or problems). The title of a very popular self help book says it all “Tough Times Never Last But Tough People Do”.

Nature wants us to accept life in totality; learn to except the good, and the bad too, with ease. This is possible, I believe, with Faith in the Almighty and Confidence in the Self.

And then, is it not life all about choices we make? We can choose to be happy in the grimmest of situation and other way round. This I have seen in my life very clearly. I graduated with engineering degree… got placed in a MNC (a dream job for many of my friends)… drawing a handsome salary (among the highest in my batch)… and here I was miserable: always tensed, my blood pressure going high, could not sleep… always restless. Today, I have no job… no income… have registered for Masters (after facing intense competition)… the future is uncertain… BUT I AM HAPPY. I sleep well… get up with “an expectation from the self and hope from the world”… thank God for this life (an opportunity worth cherishing for)

My Spiritual Mentor gave a very beautiful suggestion. He said that Never try to quit anything bad (or bads) in you. It is stressful and frustrating process. But the BEST thing is to add as many good as you can and a time will come when the bad (or bads) will automatically leave. A good analogy could be adding new items in our small room: to make space for them we need to throw out the not-so-necessary ones. 🙂

At the end… as always so now… these “speech” is my HearT’s SpeaK, mind just gave them words!!! 🙂

Dear Monsoon

Heat, heat, heat
Forcing a retreat
Creativity is down
Imagination frown
Sweating profusely
Thinking loosely
Feeling giddy
No remedy

Dear Monsoon
Come soon!

A Life Yet To Lead

Some random thoughts rhymed sometime in June, 2008.

A life yet to lead
A journey yet to start
A mouth yet to feed
A plan yet to chart

A compliment yet to receive
A glory yet to shine
A world yet to perceive
A dinner yet to dine

A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach

A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive

A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember.

The Music and The Song Of The Wood

This “poem”, if I can say so, I wrote sometime in Sept, 2008. While surfing through my older posts in my other blog (Let My Heart Speak) I came across it. I am reposting it here with some minor editing.

A river, meandered through
Caverns of rough weather.
Lived a life long enough and,
Moved and moved before wither,
Into the wonder that stood for all
With open arms and shelters:
The deep blue waters.

The turbulence and chaos,
The restlessness that grows
Mounts and mounts
when the river flows.

The calmness and peace,
The movement, that ease
comes and comes with
she, sea and the breeze.

All pains are gone,
Gone are the belongings.
All pleasures are gone,
Gone are the longings.

What remains is the music
and the song of the wood,
Once she traveled by
in her early childhood.

Life

Life is a search of its kind
Unknown paths, goals undefined.
A blank blackboard, few chalks
and a duster to write and erase,
Every time a new story with
Unknown ends, words and phrase.

Some stare at it lost,
Some scribble few words at most,
Some take chance and write anew,
Story of sort attempt a few.

Where do I stand,
I am yet to find!
I may not be one but all,
In search of a call
Which emanates
from deep within,
Till then some
effort I do put in.

Self

Somehow my thoughts
drifted into slumber
of deep woods
where I could see
the Self standing alone
in the reflecting waters
glimmering under
the full moon night.

“Who is this!”, was
my instant reaction, far
from realization
and recognition:
I was my unknown.

First a surprise,
then a disbelief
and mounting frustration.
The past was gone,
the present is staring
stark deep into my eyes:
I saw a naked unknown.

Truth is so rude!

Wisdom

If wisdom is
for wise
then
Is common sense
for common?

If what I do
is a good work (as you say)
then
Why don’t
you join me?

If this war is
to end all wars
then
How come we are
still at war?

If man can find water
on the moon
then
Why can’t we find
peace on earth?

If we all love as
we always proclaim (by saying I L U)
then
Why there is
so much hatred?

If greed is bad
(as someone said)
then
What modern
education is promoting?

If abnormality is
not happiness
then
who is normal?

…

This chain of thoughts can go on and on aimlessly.