This is what you missed the mostamongst these hectic days,few moments for love..losing yourself in love..But how to love?Is there a 'how' in love?You just love,isn't it that simple..Love comes from being love..i'm nothing without love..i don't want to be anything without love..Every actionevery wordevery thoughtevery feelinglet all that be with love..even a simple gaze… Continue reading Love
Slowly, steadily, the boundaries are blurring...Is there a you?Is there a me?What is the difference?Where is the difference?These boundaries that all exist in mind..do this, do that,don't do this, don't do that..right, wrong..left, right..And the boundaries would keep getting stronger..We isolate ourselves through these walls we build..When the walls grow thicker,we complain, try to escape..Why… Continue reading Boundaries, blurring
Wanting to escape from the tiredness,physical and mental tiredness,trying to find ways to not feel it..What if you felt it instead,day after day?What if you drowned in it?Either you'll learn to swimor you'll drown..What if you let yourself sink,either you'll float backor you'll stay at the bottom..Either way, it is what it is..Why strugglewhen i… Continue reading It is what it is
Now, must we not be alone? At present we are not alone - we are merely a bundle of influences. We are the result of all kinds of influences - social, religious, economic. hereditary, climatic. Through all those influences, we try to find something beyond; and if we cannot find it, we invent it, and cling to our… Continue reading Now, must we not be alone?
A lover has four streams inside,of water, wine, honey and milk.Find those in yourself and pay no attentionwhat so-and-so says about such-and-such.The rose does not careif someone calls it a thorn, or a jasmine.Ordinary eyes categorize human beings.That one is Zoroastrian. This one, Muslim.Walk instead with the other vision given you, your first eyes.Do not… Continue reading Your first eyes
I used to be shy.You made me sing. I used to refuse things at table.Now I shout for more wine.In somber dignity,I used to sit on my mat and pray.Now children run throughand make faces at me.~ Rumi
I miss those free evenings, just going around randomly on walks. Without a specific place to reach, nowhere to go, nowhere to reach, just walking around. Like a nomad, a wanderer.I miss those free evenings, on the roof, watching the sun set, the birds flying back home, the darkness slowly spreading, the stars starting to… Continue reading Those evenings
When you're tired,listento what your mind is saying..When you're sad,listento what your heart is saying..When you're happy,listento the joy bubbling up within..When you feel lost,listento the directions that go nowherethat are always Here..Listen to the secretsthat Nature speaks..Listen to the answersthat Silence gives..Just be quiet..and listen...
Emotionless. Not in a numb kind of way, but somehow peacefully emotionless. Usually, emotions create a havoc and so this feeling nothing, emotionless is something quite different. What kind of phase is this, no idea. It's not a detached kind of emotionless, instead it's the emotionless even when you're involved with situations and people around… Continue reading In hiding
And then after a deep sleepemerges serenity..as if no more questions,no more answers,no more conflict when you acceptthings as they are,situations as they are..Just be..Neither this nor that..Neither the desires nor conflicts..You are as you are,what more is there to do,except dropping those identifications,especially of the past..
Sometimes all you wish is the edge of the terrace, the darkness spreading as the evening sets in, and a good drink to get drunk.. and some melancholic songs.. and maybe you.. maybe your absence.. Sometimes all you wish is for this melancholy to last.. Nothing lasts in this world, why? 'Does it even matter?'… Continue reading Melancholy
I can see every tear you've criedlike an ocean in your eyes,all the pain and scars have left you cold..I can see all the fears you facethrough a storm that never goes away..Don't believe all the lies you've been told..I'll be right here nowto hold you when the sky falls down..I will alwaysbe the one… Continue reading Right here
Shuffle a song and the first song, Alive - Pearl Jam. What is it about their music!! Always feels the same, wanting to jump and shout as if their live shows were real, here.. Esp. after a day where nothing is accomplished, PJ's music is like raindrops.. They know how you feel, you know how… Continue reading I’m still alive!
What is the difference between love and lust?Nothing.How can there be no difference?Is there any difference between heart and body?They co-exist, one cannot be without the other.But why then, love is considered something sacred, next to the divine, loved by everyone,while lust is considered 'bad', something that should be controlled, something that leads to downfall and takes… Continue reading Love and lust