Wabi-Sabi

I wonder if the word prison that I am going to scatter amidst my words on this sheet is a reality or merely an illusion. A creation of my overworked or underworked brain or an image infront of my eyes, that actually exists. Here as I sit staring outside the door a random thought leads to a trail of thoughts. The prison plays the role of a central character in the play that takes place everyday on the stage of our lives before the lines of our hand decide to draw the curtains and end it. Either it is the prison that we create for our own self so sometimes it is us who are locked inside the prison and sometimes it the outside world or our dreams and aspirations that are yet to be achieved, as we with longing remain inside with everything that we have achieved. Although it is surely advisable to create the prison around us for reflecting upon life but we must remember to observe the world around through the bars. All the locks that have ever existed do have keys as their counterparts.

  Sometimes the question arises in our heart that wether we are good. Truly it seems to be a simple question with an answer as simple but as we try pondering over it,the realisation dawns upon us that the answer to this question is entangled in the web of perceptions. Did we ever try to differentiate between the good and the bad, not on the basis of our beliefs but as the universal truth.Universal truths are lying on a platter in front of us but we are busy preparing and exhibiting our own dishes of thoughts. Does being good mean having only sweet words to offer without any drop of sourness or does it mean not having any hatred for people hidden within the closet of our body? But if this is what being good means, is it in any way humanly possible? No, it is definitely not. Then why are people classified into the categories of good and bad? Good and bad does not exist. All that exists is right and wrong. The decisions that we might take may be right or wrong. Cheating is wrong and

Yes it is the empty parchment kept amidst the sheet of countless papers on the bookshelf of time. Destiny is neither a prewritten book of golden words nor the map of lines of our hands. It is a blank parchment for us to scribble upon. We embody the strength and the weakness, the destiny doesnot.We hold the lines of our hand amidst our fist and our hands have strength enough to change the course of our life. We must be the believer of our our own hands and our own self rather than the believer of destiny which is a sum of perspiration and inspiration. Inspiration is all we need as the driving force that makes us perspire for a path as beautiful as the destination itself. Relying upon destiny is the biggest mistake that one could ever make as merely relying upon the wind a bird cannot fly across the sky to reach safely to its nest. It is entirely our decision to either be a leaf drifting away with the wind towards an unknown destination or to be the wind itself travelling towards the

Here far away from the place where I belong, where the I no longer stroll on streets laden with autumn leaves early in the mornings as I used to with my dearest friends, I welcome the leaves through the window of my room. The days when I never knew the meaning of longing or the value of simplicity, when the simplest of things and moments used to bring me great joy and contentment, are left far far behind. Amidst the arms of my home, my world, many a memories must be still lying covered by dust. But they remain as natural to me as breathing. Here as I sit and ponder over this I can hear my friends discussing about the serenity of the hills.Few years back I had been nestled in the Uttaranchal Himalayas but never realised it truly that I was blessed to have been brought up over there. Dont worry friends I am not going to act as a tourist guide over here. Just thought that I should share with you a few facts regarding the magnificience of the place where I have spent my entire life upti

Amidst the music of the days I was lost as a song And Life seemed to be awfully long Dancing to the tunes of the globe Thought I was being right always wrong And Life seemed to be awfully long Lost as a song.. Seeking shelter from the rain I missed the rainbow Closed the doors as joyous raindrops came knocking upto me The saplings climbed up on the staircase of the blue sky But the ladder of success was all that I could see On the rocky road I could have walked a mile In this bargain my friends I lost my smile In the music of life lost as a song Life seems to be awfully long.. In my canvas I painted myself black and white Day goes by and so does the night The sunlight blinds me now I can no longer see My shadow no longer walks with me Every night is a nightmare of mornings to come The clock ticks to remind me to be on the run In the music of life I want to sing my own song Something in me seems to be awfully wrong.. As I learn to dance to my tune Where the music be my own Let me fal

                     Let me be the oneness between eyes and the mirror. Distinct yet together. As the sky and a river. That remains a mirror for the sky from afar. Holding the silence of the azure within. Poles apart by kin yet still akin. As blue loses itself in the depth of the blue sea. Beyond time and distance birth of an identity. Whether Depth of the ocean and the drops of water Vastness of the Desert and the grains of the sand. In the journey through light and shade Let me walk on the seldom taken lane of faith hand in hand. Envelope and the letter ,Stairway and the house , Ocean and the water, Sky and the moon, Desert and the sand , Flowers and their fragrance , eyes and the mirror and even Body and the soul are distinct yet still the same. Few things loose the meaning of their existence as well as their identity when they are separated from each other. I have truly always wished from the bottom of my heart that the beauty of relationships is sustained and the souls bou

Our ashes will ultimately lie within the graveyard of feelingz trampled upon by the insolence of varied perceptions regarding a single emotion different yet still the same as the fence hiding its face beneath a sheath of petals creating boundaries on the face of the earth in the form of caste and creed,colour and status. The earth that witnessed the birth of Adam and eve who had been the first human beings in existence, is being plagued by the division of countries, cities,states, towns and hearts. We ourselves proudly come across as secular people who respect all religions and embark upon a journey to search for the divine in all the chaste places of worship but it is us only who contradict our statement and so called belief by the placing our faith in a single God although we are aware that God is One and is not fragmented into parts as our hearts fragmented into sections for different people with different religious beliefs. One day we will all vanish in the dust as merely humans

It is human tendency to focus on the bigger things that are presumed to be more significant aspects of life as we move ahead on the path of life.With time we all engross ourselves in the complexities of life and by focusing on the bigger things we loose sight of the small but meaningful aspects of greater importance. We build invisible walls around us and become blind to the world around us. This detachment from the world around us detaches us from our ownselves. We begin to lead the lives of pigeons who close their eyes to danger and challenges. Withdrawn from everything we fail to understand that challenges are a part of the puzzle of our life that are placed in our path so that we face them in order to come out of the difficulty as a winner with a better understanding of ability and capabilities. From within our invisible box where we seek refuge we keep on fading away and forget that everything big initiates from something meagre and that journey from the small to the big encom

With the blink of a moment a breath comes to life and life itself sits for a while breathless. As it is absorbed in by the innocent eyes. Unaware of the dying humanity the life remains speechless. In the new beginning merely a beginning of the end lies. Before those smiling eyes learnt to shed a tear a conscience died. The eyes closed forever yet no one cried. We are humans merely characters in the play of life not withholding the position to either create or destroy the elements off the life cycle through interference.All of us have originated from the womb of our respective mothers and have equal right to live. But we ourselves have been indulging in the heinous offence of female foeticide and infanticide. Rather than elimination of females from the face of the earth, it must be ensured that they are cherished and preserved as life in all of its forms.  The purity of the pain borne by the woman to introduce another daughter, sister, wife and mother as a trace of surmise to the

 Once upon a time in the Garden of Eden there lived Adam and Eve in the shadow of an evil serpent, the evil in disguise whose jealousy introduced them to greed. Since our origin we have been breeding greed. As life began the wheel of greed turned to lead to the birth of more and more Homo sapiens day by day, every moment. The jealousy of the evil serpent remained veiled behind silence and formed the cause that sprouted as the sapling of greed in the heart of Eve. Greed is highly contagious like any other communicative disease and thereby spread to Adam and from then on wards to the generations that followed. Many a times greed gives rise to jealousy and quite often greed arises from jealousy. They both move on hand in hand as knives equally sharp and hurtful and are known to cause the death of many a conscience. The philosophy regarding the search for soul mates destined to meet is meant to adorn the parchments found at the back of the drawers of the poets but the fact remains that