Timelines are all a matter of illusion

They do not Exist

But as specks of time in individual minds

They stay to live on.

People, attachments, memories

Are delusions of destiny

That engage in the moments of existence

But get buried in the grains of time.

Toys fall on the way

And get forgotten in sand

Creating fairies that do not last

Toys, though lost, teach lesions of detachments

And stay on representations

Of all that is innately true.

And as steps are taken

Unconsciously, Circles are formed

Because experiences leave footsteps

Which only get darkened by the same feet

And patterns though exist

Are unconsciously lost in the limitations of the mind.

i seek company of the people i idiolize

and i come closer to the fact that i am just required to be stronger at this moment.

when seeking company i need to search for more strength to sustain myself

on my own.

my weakness can be strength if i find the reason for the secret existence.

i looked at my blog today

and realised that it had been barren for quite some time now.

i am listening to music as i am writing this

in spite of the fact that i prefer silence at such times.

music always distracts.

but today it is behaving differently;

it is forcing me to write by provoking a feeling in me.

as is mostly the case, i leave the feeling unnamed.

they seem beyond the grasp of words like nostalgic and reminiscent,

the words dont describe the tears that my heart bleeds

when it gets in touch with sudden peace

And not just that-it is fulfillment.

it comes with knowing the fact that i am living:

honestly and in my true definition-

living with uncertainity and in the moment-

the secret of all risks, and success.

i offer a wreathe to my earthly abode

and wish that the world may rest in peace.

i leave an amulet for those who remain.

and as the world treads on the path before it

they leave me behind, in the relative myth of time;

its not me who is going

but it is the world that has decided to move on...

for i am the still

and i will remain wherever they leave me.

what is more difficult than hardship is ease.

'cause every step that i take pulls me back and every thought that i allow makes me weaker... every day life gives me reason to believe that i am nothing that i was meant to be.

and what i do not realize is that in this illusion of heart n mind, i end up living the illusion of life.

the journey once begun is an elongated trail of the elements frail...

i often choose to simply move on because i am scared that a moment longer spent here will not let me look for what is beyond...

the world is but a picturesque dream that we do not ever choose to wake up to...

We watch movies. And we see what the camera intends to show us. Other things remaining stable, it is sometimes the camera that provides the movement. So is the case with the human eye. When I chose to isolate myself from the plethora of activities happening around, from the mundane action that surrounds me each day, there was a mild discovery I made. Ironically, irrespective of their mildness, these discoveries make me feel stronger every time they happen to me.

Getting back to the discovery I was talking about: I used my eyes as the video camera. I saw the panning, tilting, dollying and trollying movements as I strolled across my house. I noticed that the objects around me were stable only till my eyes cooperated, any non cooperation on their part brought about a movement in the world around me. And the secret that hit me was: stability is a state of the human eye, which responds to any stimulus provided by the ‘thoughting’ of the human brain.

Then, must I always complain about the changing surroundings! The environment, thoughts, people, situations: they are often a part of the thoughts that stimulate my mind.

Old bonds changeth...incorporating place for new.

life is love, life is a dream, life is a song, life is a blossoming weed, life is sick , life is contagious, life is long, life is grand....but lately to me it seems life is nothing more than a facade of immaterial stitches!

i see a god in every child!

are they the shadows that demark the reality from the fake?

Only with the highs and lows do you see an even road.

I found it thoughtful that the most beautiful conversations of my life happened when I spoke nothing!

I figured that there was more passion in a child’s play than in a chocolate vendor…

The moon casts shadows even at night!

I don’t really remember when I developed this habit of sending a message to my loved ones through the moon. I know it doesn’t reach them. But I am somehow fascinated with the thought that irrespective of the distances I can feel their presence with me at that point!
It all began with a friend mentioning the beauty of the moon. I decided to explore it too. I would often sit and just stare at it blankly trying to find something interesting in it, till I realized that I had fallen in love with it.
I gradually begun talking to the moon…I mentioned my thoughts to it and then I would try interpreting the message that it was trying to convey to me. And trust me…it does speak a lot. It spoke to give more answers to me everyday! It somehow did not go out of stock…not as yet at least! I see my memories in it; I see new vistas of life that somehow do not occur to the mundane. I learnt what love was by falling in love with it.
It provides me the sense of security that a close one would in that dark night. It shows me beauty in the middle of fear. I understood the pettiness of my thoughts when I would leave myself to the mercy of other petty people. I began to believe in the miracles of life that occur when I am most ignorant. So I left myself in the arms of beauty to frame me so!

past...present...

Past and present…they are both strong forces, each pulling on either side.its difficult to breakthrough; even more difficult to maintain a balance. Past pulls…the present pushes. Why else do you think am I writing this…I am scared to be torn apart by this unmanageable force!
My past has been a bed of roses…so is my present…then why is it being difficult for me to move on. What is pulling me back and causing me to stumble on every step that I take? I was given all that I wanted but in a new form…and that makes me happy…but why doesn’t it keep me going?
Thoughts…they do trouble; memories…they disturb; tears is what they bring!