Personal Blog and Poetry about Life and Its Antics!
Just notice. Don’t judge. Just notice how it feels.. the uncertainty and squirminess of mind to know what’s going on.. Just notice. That dream in sleep is probably the reason you feel uncertain and insecure. But let it go. Just notice. And let it be. You don’t have to act on it. See how the… Continue reading Just notice
“Some days we loved each other. Other days we had to work at it. You never see the hard days in a photo album. But those are the ones that get you from one happy snapshot to the next.”
The sun is setting far away..Little rays of light shine through the leaves..Buildings, wires obstruct thembut do they really?Rain made the air cooland the breezes seem charminginviting to stay here outside..so i sit under the treeswatching the leaves dance againthe water in the puddles ripple againmusic in the earphones is making me feel carefree againlike i can… Continue reading Ripples of beauty
Suddenlythere's this knowing again..the stillness and a space..without any effort at all..There's nothing to do,nothing to not do,everything keeps flowingso freelythis life..There's nothing to achievenothing to succeed atnothing to fail fromnothing to remembernothing to forget..There's nothing to be insecure ofnothing to securenothing to seeknothing to hold on tonothing to let go of..There's nothing to realizenothing… Continue reading This beingness
“The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear… Continue reading Tragedy of love – Quote
~ just let it go. ~ Let it go.. Loosen the grip.. Let it go.. Let it fly away.. Loosen and slowly let go..
~ She shatters her life into pieces, joins them back again, to shatter it all over again, but no matter how much she shatters or rejoins the pieces back or destroys it, the truth remains as it is and she could never touch the truth, nor destroy it even if she wanted to. The truth… Continue reading Shatter life
Why all this storifying? There’s nothing except This. Yet she liked to carry the burdens of stories, ideas, beliefs, past and memories. And when she’d get tired of it, she’d put all those near her bedside and sleep soundly. And no storm could touch her then.
Sometimes we just need looking up to know and feel the blue vastness.. The freedom of no goals of not being anybody for anyone of no erratic emotions just the freedom of being and looking up the blue vastness seems to reflect that right back..
Break of day - Tenth Avenue North Even if i fall a thousand times i\'ll keep calling Your name.. waiting for the break of day.. Thinking about death, decay or endings doesn't bring the acceptance. It's the thinking about coming and goings, the impermanence and fragility of life that brings about the acceptance. Acceptance of… Continue reading I will tell my heart – Music
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