suffering

Waiting is painful. Keeping smone/ smthing out of the mind n heart is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

One can't hide the love - coz eyes reveal all.
One can't show the love - coz eyes reveal none if it is not in heart.

our lives

Janm, Lagn, Mrityu- ye teeno insaan ke khud ke vash main nahi hain, aisa naniji kahti hain. Unse phone pe baat kar ke yaad aati hai wo meri kaashi, jahaan paawan gangaa bahti hai.
Was thinking that we plan so many things in life. At times, things happen beyond our expectations, and go beyond our control.
My stubborn self never planned to give my heart to anyone. But as it has started happening otherwise, my loving self has started taking over.

Love hs its own moments of joy n despair.
So few times, brain says - nothing doing. marriage n pyar - karna hee nahi hai. Loads of emotions too precious to spare.

Thn at times, I brush it aside.
And with my wonderful lovely brave dreams, I ride.

What if this life ends pretty much soon...
Donno for sm reason god has planned him not to be here. I can just see the moon.

Since I dont know till wht time i am gonna on this planet earth,
Before i die, i wish to give him all, now, whtvr it's worth.

Hope he meets before it gets very late. That's why tears came.
So don't be angry with them. They are just the tears of deep love. No one to blame.

Clock is ticking fast.
Yet I damn care. Coz thr is timelessness inside, 'm aware.
Ultimately the existence of true love ,would survive at last.

Soulinks

We all are interlinked, like cards in deck. That card readers use to read the fortune. In order to understand the message, we need to have all the cards. individual. but belonging to same deck.
In certain reincarnations, we divide into two. A female and a male part. Our soul do divide as do stars and crystals, plants and cells.
Love is the force that brings us back together, in order to condense the experience dispersed in many lives and many parts of the world. Greater love that separates us feels pleased with the love that brings us together again.
If our soulmate is happy, then we too will be happy. If they are not well, then we will suffer, however unconsiously, a portion of their pain.
The soulmate surely crosses our path atleast once in every reincarnation. Even if it is a matter of moments, those moments bring love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days. And we should not be selfish.

Peace

I think peace is not opposite of war.
We can have peace in midst of war , of fiercest battles coz we are fighting for our dreams. When our friends have lost hope, the peace of good fight helps us to carry on.
The mother who can feed her child, has peace in her eys even when her eys are trembling because diplomacy has failed, bombs are falling, soldiers are dying .
An archer has peace in his mind when he is drawing his bow, even though all his mnuscles are tense with physical effort.
Therefore, for the brave, peace is not opposite of war . Coz i know my brave ones are capable of :
Distinguishing between transient and endutring.They can fight for their dreams and for their survival, but respect bonds forged over time.
Knowing their adversaries are not necessarily their enemies.
Being aware that their actions can affect the future generation positively or negatively.
Remembering that perseverance is favourable.But remembering that it is different from stuborness. Battles that go on longer than necessary end up destroying the enthusiasm necesssary for later recontruction.

I love the brave.

Possess

While I kept my heart to myself, I never had a single morning of anguish or a single night of insomnia. Since I fell in love, my life has been a sequence of anguish, losses, confusion. I think that God, by using love, managed to hide hell in the middle of Paradise.
And then, i remember the lines that i read at a moment-

Love possesses nothing and does not want to be possessed, because it is enough in itself. It will make you grow, and then throw you on the ground. It will whip you so that you feel your impotence, it will shake you to rid you of all your impurities. It will crush you to leave you flexible.

And then it will toss you in the fire so that you can become the blessed bread to be served at God’s sacred feast - (The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran [1883-1931])

social social

karvachauth .
Why i did all that- I did coz I love. That's it.

I did not like when i was all decked up and dolled to be taken to mandir.
Heavy makeup, heavy jewellery, heavy heavy saari that made my left shoulder pain. Fasting is all good. But this useless dikhava n all is really something I abhor. Whole day was spent in that. isliye ghar aake , i changed to a lighter one that keeps me comfy comfy.
In that mandir, there were matajis who , I assume, were caretakers of mandir management. That toli of old matajis were sitting like maharanis, instructing some other women who came, to do this n that. Then, when everything was set as if stage was ready for the show, one of the senior mataji started saying karvachauth story. It was long and crude. As if made by own. Their own imagination. Gist of that story is - some mahila, who forgot to keep this fast, was troubled by gods. Her husband was later killed by the gods. Then she remembered that she missed keeping that fast. She apologized infront of gods n kept the fast next time. Her husband was made alive by the gods. Strange! I am never gonna worship such weird n bizarre gods. I went there to keep ma-in-law happy. But neither am gonna accept that story , nor their ways. Instead of wasting time in those things, I could have done dhyaan n mantra saadhna on my own.
Anyways, more than half of the people there were more than half asleep. I donno was it becoz they were not interested in the story or was it becoz they were too tired of hearing n doing the same thing over n over again...And suddenly the story came to an end and toli of matajis started beating dhol manjeeres jostling the slept ones out of their slumber. I guess, wo zor zor se keertan karne ka objective yahi tha- sote hue logon ko jagane ke liye..! Then everyone touched the feet of matajis , they doled out prashad and everyone got back to their homes.It was evening by then. Hamain lagtaa hai, pure dinn shayad ye sabb main wo log iseeliye lage rahti hongi jisse bhukh feel naa ho gaane bajaane main ! Lol
I would like to do the things differently.

fest

Today is karvachauth. Prayed for his happiness. Best thing about this is that these are the little bindings which work like fevicol in lives to tie strongly threads of relations. These festivals bring togetherness and joy and join families as one. They teach us about sharing and caring for each other and above all they give a reason to celebrate the otherwise mundane life.

Along with the flow

You move in the direction of the world
You move so easy
Are you in a right direction ?

You deviate and move in some other direction
You find it difficult
Are you in a right direction ?

You move in just opposite direction
World's friction burn you
Are you in a right direction ?

A baby comes into this world
Unaware of the direction
Become a man, learn what world teaches him
And get confused
For which direction he should move ?

How you define RIGHT,
And what is WRONG ?

Just close your eyes,shut down your mind,
And move along with The Wind.

Life is like a feather, it goes along with the Wind

You

Words that I have
They might be too many
and at times too few

Whatever they may seem,
but are very sincere,
and very true

Should I say, in a way, the distance is wide
Still it is to you, that my thoughts ride
From you there's nothing to hide

You are always there in my heart in my mind
Your love has made me all so happy
as our hearts bind.

People say dont rely on one so much,
But those cautions seems silly to me and dont matter to me much
As I trust you with all my heart, so much

Small life, whatsoever I have,
Till whatever time I live
I am there for you
To give n to give.

Traveller

I am a traveller at heart
On the way to pilgrimage
I really love to walk all alone at any stage
Yet I love to share n to give love.

I won't stay for long
For stagnation will kill the river in me
I shall change the direction
The courses.

River I, My soul is full of mirth.
If you wanna come,
At any course,
You are welcome.

Remember thou, when you are mine
And while I promise to give you myself,
make sure that this is
your real loving choice.

And I will make sure
of everlasting joy n happiness
In our hearts,
in our eyes, in our voice.

My life is the moment
I am living right now,
Without having any doubt on this
I have all bliss.

Chords of L

Having Life-long joy and happiness (or should i say - hope of having...) - is the reason to marry, I think.

Joy that stems from satisfaction of being loved and of giving love. That gives sense of completeness.
I am a little creature who is not as great as Mother Teresa. I can not give equal lot of love to whole humanity.I can not give myself to every soul.

So it is that one individual with whom i believe I have that karmic connection- to whom I intend to give all. sex will be the after-effect, i think. For me, marriage- be it love or arranged- exists only due to Love. If that is not there,for me, it will cease to exist. And my self-satisfied ever-joyful being will uphold me.

I know not of any other reason.

One can always choose to lead an independent life and to adopt a child -if one wants- if there's no love otherwise.

Marriage is the promise of ever lasting Love - a promise that has been chosen to be trusted.

:)

I know not whether 'm right or wrong.

Whether I will finish or will I restart.

Just chosen to listen to my heart.

Gutsy Misty

The smell of rain, the gutsy misty wind trying its best to take me along
To some far far away place,
The varied hues that the sky transform to,
The varied shapes of dark clouds
Clouds that mingle with sky, trying to become one in that space,
The noise of kids playing in the rain
The shouts of grannys n moms trying to take the kids within their safety zones,
The trembling of branches, of shrubs, of leaves, of flowers ,
And the rain drops competing to settle on them – rain drops like clones-
Are looking at papa puddle and mamma cloud lying low,
All of these trying to drive me crazy with the joy that they bestow !


With every bursting clouds, the blood in my veins rush
With every lightening, my spine shivers
With every drop of rain, my desires melt and flow
With every puddle, my thought accumulate
With every rain, I get an urge to break,
to break all barriers and flow, fall, melt and rush!

Reason

I am asked a whole lot of things,
In this little life that I have
I am asked that why do I trust so easily
And what is the ground on which I rely

And I wonder why
I am not brainy enough to think
Of reason and reply

Then I contemplate am I really
Doing something so unusual
That I should not be doing
Or that others may mind .

Is it not okay to be Happy..
Just with no strings attached to the reasoning mind !
And then a loving voice inside- my own self whispers-
It is all right to be all joyful and happy heart .

So all relaxed I lie,
Getting loving messages from stars ,
Watching lovely sky,
With absolutely no ifs, buts and why !!!

Time Flies !
And it feels so great when with ever changing dynamics, something gets accomplished !
It feels all blissful , when i get so busy that it doesn't matter whether there is any fret, any worry.
Getting into compelling situation,
putting thoughts that fructify into positive persuits,
and making the difference.
I am loving it !