my home.
the two words carry so many emotions. HOME always means comfort. any place on the earth and over the heavens with all the luxury and ambience and beauty and charm and exotism and whatever else do not compare with HOME.
relationship is like that. it can be about love, about friendship, about belongingness, why, even about hate and about jealousy. each one has its own place. nothing can compare.
prudence is in the base. lovliest of homes will not stand without a strong foundation. love will not sustain a relationship if the foundation of trust is missing.
even without a trace of any emotional bonding, relationships survive years, simply on the merit of mutual trust. despite the deepest of feelings, hearts break in the blink of an eye, due to sheer baseless suspicion.
they say it isnt easy. to trust. to believe. i say, easy and difficult are the parameters which apply to a problem. life is not a problem.
thankfully.
i trust.
and u do, too. trust me.
the most beautiful emotion, the strongest, and yet the most fragile, is a tie between love and trust. prudence votes for trust. of course, most of the times i'll get kicked for trusting.
what i do weighs with me. loving is beautiful. deceiving stains. distrust and suspicion, if u just think straight enuf, are basically deceit. okay, i might get kicked. but i will still be beautiful.
i will still be free to fly. nothing weighs me down. trust is my wings.
love brings me down to earth. trust takes me high up in the skies.
well. i have the sweetest home.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tick Tock Timer
time does not come with a label.
time flows around. it passes by. it comes, and it goes. but it does not carry any label. every single moment is identical. there are no names. no identification. no constraints. no limits. no fences and boundaries. no demarcations or differentials. its boundless and endless. and it contains but will not be contained.
its we who break it into pieces. early times are relatively free, but as the flow passes by, we try to demarcate it more and more. we will not eat lollipops, because we are grown ups. we will not break windows, because we are grown ups. we will not speak our minds, because we are grown ups. we will not cry freely, because we are grown ups. we will not laugh heartily, because we are grown ups. what the hell!!!
when the time came, it did not come with its do's and don'ts. what should guide us in doing or not doing, i believe, is our own body. at the age of 60, if i am healthy enough, why cant i play hide and seek? if i have broken my jaw, that will definitely dictate my laughing and crying. but why should we bind the time in this?
then there is time for lunch and for dinner. time to go out and come in. time to talk and to keep quite. why? again, if i live as i am intended to live, my body will guide me rightly, what has time got to do with dining and lunching? my body will be more healthy if i follow what my body tells me, rather than trying to synchronise it with my enforced territories of time which do not even exist.
again, if i live as i am intended to live, my heart will guide me rightly, and my brain, and not time, in expressing myself. what has time got to do with expressions? its impartial and impersonal. it levels everything, big and small. it measures all as just the same. its perfectly expressionless, identical in each moment.
timer is ticking. by the time we realise what we have wasted, we will have lost all the precious moments.
time has always been free. all it expects is for us to have it to its fullest. it does not come with a label.
let me not restrict myself to the dogmas and the limits. let me flow along with the Great Flow, and i will know contentment.
time flows around. it passes by. it comes, and it goes. but it does not carry any label. every single moment is identical. there are no names. no identification. no constraints. no limits. no fences and boundaries. no demarcations or differentials. its boundless and endless. and it contains but will not be contained.
its we who break it into pieces. early times are relatively free, but as the flow passes by, we try to demarcate it more and more. we will not eat lollipops, because we are grown ups. we will not break windows, because we are grown ups. we will not speak our minds, because we are grown ups. we will not cry freely, because we are grown ups. we will not laugh heartily, because we are grown ups. what the hell!!!
when the time came, it did not come with its do's and don'ts. what should guide us in doing or not doing, i believe, is our own body. at the age of 60, if i am healthy enough, why cant i play hide and seek? if i have broken my jaw, that will definitely dictate my laughing and crying. but why should we bind the time in this?
then there is time for lunch and for dinner. time to go out and come in. time to talk and to keep quite. why? again, if i live as i am intended to live, my body will guide me rightly, what has time got to do with dining and lunching? my body will be more healthy if i follow what my body tells me, rather than trying to synchronise it with my enforced territories of time which do not even exist.
again, if i live as i am intended to live, my heart will guide me rightly, and my brain, and not time, in expressing myself. what has time got to do with expressions? its impartial and impersonal. it levels everything, big and small. it measures all as just the same. its perfectly expressionless, identical in each moment.
timer is ticking. by the time we realise what we have wasted, we will have lost all the precious moments.
time has always been free. all it expects is for us to have it to its fullest. it does not come with a label.
let me not restrict myself to the dogmas and the limits. let me flow along with the Great Flow, and i will know contentment.
Drops and Rain
it starts drizzling outside. the child runs out to see the beautiful fresh rains. she goes out, rain falling over her, to catch a few drops. she closes her fist but drops will not remain. she frowns. it doesnt take her more than a few seconds to realise that drops will not be trapped into her fist. she smiles again, stretches her arms, and merry-go-rounds herself, taking not a few drops but all the rain, absorbing it, feeling it, and then letting it slide down. face up, looking at the clouds and the sky and the rainbow, she dances with the joy of the moment.
let me enjoy life like the rain falling all over me. if i try to catch the moments, i will only be miserable. the whole of life is drizzling beautifully all around me, its madness to worry about catching a few moments. i will frown, for time will not be trapped. let me open my eyes, look at the sky, stretch out my wings and feel the air. life will not wait for me. if i close my eyes now, clouds are not going to go away, rainbows are not going to stay. let me take in, absorb, feel, whatever life has for me. and then let it go. it will not do to try and catch anything.
let me live my life like the child, and then will i have lived.
let me enjoy life like the rain falling all over me. if i try to catch the moments, i will only be miserable. the whole of life is drizzling beautifully all around me, its madness to worry about catching a few moments. i will frown, for time will not be trapped. let me open my eyes, look at the sky, stretch out my wings and feel the air. life will not wait for me. if i close my eyes now, clouds are not going to go away, rainbows are not going to stay. let me take in, absorb, feel, whatever life has for me. and then let it go. it will not do to try and catch anything.
let me live my life like the child, and then will i have lived.
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