Growing up...

The worst thing about growing up is how we loose the capacity to be amazed by simple things in life.

destination

Don't wanna die a stranger to me....

Beneath the bodhi tree!

silly confusions
wrap my mind
in a shiny foil
creating a tinnitus
a crazy blurr
hold on
let me focus
let me do the
tandem walk
oh am i still
past pointing....
prematurely dementing
or is it moving a step
ahead towards
enlightenment!!!

Beneath the bodhi tree!

Silly confusions,wrap my mind

in a shiny foil

creating a tinnitus,a crazy blur...

Hold on!!

Let me focus,Let me do the

tandem walk

Oh! am i still

past pointing....

prematurely dementing

or is it moving a step

ahead towards

enlightenment!!!



(P.S. This poem was written in my graduate days when my head was loaded with medical jargon and the sheer volume of study was driving me nuts .This perhaps made me confuse between  eccentricity and enlightenment :P :P)

HIDDEN WORDS......

let me say a simple truth,
let me say it now or i never would

I am standing in a crowd
and I can so clearly hear
each whisper each sound
trying to sort right there
which ones for me
which ones mine.

as I keep doing this
I find so many times I miss
so many time I understand
and so many times misunderstand
what is being said
and what is to be said.

sometimes I wish I could take back
what I said
may be sometimes everyone
wants that
but no there is no taking back
something more would have
to be said to correct
or sometimes better keep hush.

sometimes as i hear and sort out
think and rethink
I find no one actually knows
about me..
and sometimes even i don't
but then this is such
a disturbing thought
who would accept this
even I wont!

All the whispering,talking,
shouting and yelling goes on
but we still hide
we are all afraid to
say the truth
to expose our true selves
to tell the tenderest of feelings
admit tinniest of mistakes...

there somewhere quietly
stands all that is untold
as they say
"Speech is silver ,SILENCE is gold"

Miracles

The revealation of ones own will power is sometimes called a miracle.(15/6/04)

ALONE

We are all lonely in our journey called life.Though we are with friends and family,some part of us always

remains lonely. It's so vital as it helps us stay in touch with the truths of life.

My philosophy




Darkness ,they say,gives rise to fear.I say it is the creator of courage.It gives the desire to search....to search for that eternal light....

HIDDEN WORDS......

Let me say a simple truth,
let me say it now 
else I never would..



I am standing in a crowd 
and I can so clearly hear
each whisper ,each sound
trying to sort right there
which one is for me
which one is mine.


As I keep doing this
So many times I miss
At  times I understand
yet many times misunderstand
What is being said
and what is to be said.


Sometimes I wish I could take back
what I said..
Truth is once in awhile everyone
wants that..
But no there is no taking back
something more would have
to be said to amend and correct
or sometimes better keep hush and act.



Sometimes as I hear and sort out
think and rethink ..


I begin to realize that  no one 
actually knows who I am..
and woah !sometimes even I don't!!
But then this is such a disturbing thought
who would accept this ?even I wont!!



Meanwhile as all the whispering,talking,
shouting and yelling goes on
 Surprisinlgy we still hide and conceal
we are all afraid to say
 the truth, the real deal..


To expose our true selves
To reveal the tenderest of feelings
admit tinniest of mistakes...



So there  somewhere quietly
stands all that is untold
and I begin to decipher why they say
"Speech is silver ,SILENCE is gold"

dreams remain.....

i look into my eyes....
some shy thoughts waiting
for an outburst
but will
remain burried
melting and freezing inside

i see...
my hands shake
my heartache ....
as with
great precision
i repair
the damage
as life emerges
announcing
its magnanimity with
horrid ...nightmarish ......pain

growing crazier than ever
denying the feeling..
the senses
i hold a hand placid outside
panicking inside
trying to console.....
pretending to be the anchor
miserably drifting away
in the middle of nowhere

i look at people
their eyes....
some expect the world
some my worth deny
but unperturbed by any other gaze
i look into my eyes
growing mysterious every moment
(are they keen?.... mocking?...observing?
casual?....dissapointed.?..enthusiastic?.
deep?....shallow?funny....or grave? )
i try again after giving up
every time.....

but.......sometimes
i do see
the glimpse of that
dream........ that has been
there and would never
leave my eyes!!

nothing specific

almost an year ........ no creative bursts yeah none ...well some landed in paper some dissolved without a trace......thousands of events took place and yes life changed forever :)