Major missing :(

Tell me after so many years. Why is it, that when somebody mentions your name, the prison cell within which i kept our story as a prisoner in, find its release.... Even after so many year there are times when i miss you like hell... i pretend to people that everything is going well. But no its not true. Rarely people understand me. Only you did. The part that loved you inside my heart is still sharp and strikes the walls of my heart scratching them and that pain caused make me remember that i still love you ... but my eyes have lost that golden hue....

NIRVANA.... Food for thought

Just a question striked in my mind today ....

Don't you think the desire, to cease desire is also a desire? 

Patitya-samutpada or the theory of dependent origination, reaches it logical conclusion if an individual manages to overcome his desire, and becomes Nirvan (Blown-out) by living and dying dispassionately. But somehow this logic seems fallacious under the light of the above question?

Well  what desires are to people vary according to them. I am a big fan of Buddha theory. He said understanding your desires can lead you to path of enlightenment. The Buddha was very clear to articulate that the dharma (what we today call Buddhism) is merely a raft, not the destination. And when you reach the other proverbial shore, you never take the raft with you. You leave it behind. The dharma is simply a tool, one whose utility is limited. It is a conventional truth that can help you reach an ultimate truth. But never mistake one for the other.

Desires are like the sky . You cannot find an end to them. It is these desires that foster the seeds of merriment and the nubs of despondency -just like the sky , which houses the vibrant sun as well as plays the fount of all the storms . How i wish the perfection of each dimension enlightened my life ; that each and every person that i came across would be able to sense the aroma of munificence in me; how i enjoy to imagine that my desire of unfading freedom turns out to be true ; and that my dreams get desired by the wings of an eagle which soars high in the sky of achievements. Each day adds to the magnanimity of these desires and increases the murk of unattainability of the same. But this does not cease my heart's proclivity to wish and dream, to hope and imagine and to lie to myself.

But just give it a thought for once....

Isn't the idea of Nirvana self-contradictory?

I really enjoyed Mark Epstein's book Open to Desire. Through the story of the Ramayana, Epstein discusses how our desires are never truly fulfilled and this produces the existential angst or disconnectedness that the Buddha teaches. He is one of the few western authors that can explain tantra without resorting to vapid titillation.

Intention is Karma. Expectation is suffering. These are the dual aspects of desire, without regard to worldly discriminations (contradictions) of good/bad etc.

Within 'desire', there is the unseen fundamental desire arising from fundamental ignorance of our true nature (delusion), and the easily seen (sensual) petty desires arising from dependent confusions.

And if you have realized by now, this reduced desire of just the forward aspect of doing, which is the same for doing anything, is as good as nothing.. !!

You can think this way of doing Nirvana, not getting it....

ONE LINE TRY

She could only chuckle 
when she received the roses 
he said he would send her, 
for they were as crimson 
as his blood 
just after she shot him  :(

The Pain of Loss :(

Why is "Let Go" easier to say than implement.... I have tried to let things be... or let go of 

people so many times, but have never been successful.....

Why is that so difficult for me?? I just can’t see things falling apart. I can’t see people walk 

away, at least those who mean something to me. Is this some kind of psychotic or abnormal 

kind of disorder.Well i am  actually unable to figure out what keeps on running in my mind.

 From thoughts to dreams, everything seems too be so weird to me. Today i realised that 

beyond  a particular time no one in reality belongs to me. It is this temporary phase of life, 

till life rolls we like to possess people and things and proudly call them 'ours'. 


Today a friend suddenly asked me my story, the story of my life. I dared to tell her and this 

made me remember my mom again. 

Yes Maa i can't help missing you more than ever. I desperately want to turn time back again. I want you to be back. The grief is inexplicable and the loss feels unbearable. I miss your perfectly timed hugs, your sweet pampering, your selfless love. I remember the last promise i made to you was to be strong and stop flow of tears but I haven't been able to. I miss you, i really miss you a lot....


I wish I could be with you
For just another moment
To let you know how much you're missed
Each day ever since

I can still feel the warmth of your touch
I can still envision your smile, beautiful and lively
Though you are always there around me
Yet my eyes can't see you

Childhood storytales, eating food from your hand
your sweet pampering and love are no more
But memories have survived
Inside my core

Four years have passed
But it seems like yesterday
That I used to have you
Beside me everyday

Things have changed
And I am no more a innocent little boy of yours
I wonder what you would tell me today
If only I could hear what you have to say

I wish i could turn back time
Not just by years but decades
Right to the time i was a infant
I would have done a lot of things differently

Ya i would have never shown you disrespect
I wouldn't have tried to ignore you
I would have listened to your every advise
I would have stayed only with you  
only with you forever and ever

I wish I could be with you
For just another moment
To let you know how much you're missed
Each day every moment 
To let you know how much I Love you 
And how much I care for you

No matter how much I would wish to believe 

I can.... the truth is I can’t

Some things are inevitable :(

The best things about night

Thanks Geetanjali for the tag... 

Well for me every night is new to me each day. I have my own set of things which i love doing in night. Its the most peaceful time of 24 hours. Being a dark soul and a writer, i have no qualms in whatsoever in admitting that i am a 3 am person. Its difficult to point out one thing which is favourite about night. The night is for passion. It’s for fanaticism, romance and trouble. I belong to the night and night loves me back with equal fervour. It’s for wild hearts and unconcerned minds.It’s when the lonely seek comfort. As the saying goes "All true animals always comes out at night."

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.

- From "The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil)" by Sarah Williams

Lying underneath an open sky was one of my favorite leisure activity during my childhood days (er... nights!). It was rejuvenating. I used to think a lot during late night hours just staring at the sky. A meteorite here, a satellite there. A few planets from out Solar System. And a steady stream of stars - floating ever so gently to the west. All part of a cosmic dance. Swaying, slowly. Yet, as a student of science, now I know they are anything but slow.

Have you met 3am? Have you heard the songs it sings and the nightmare it brings, when all you hear is death and stillness? Can you see the ghosts flying in the air? You look outside the window, and it's your past that you stare. There's a thunderstorm, blazing your mind, as you roam in the darkness to escape the grind. Have you felt the horrors of your existence, the past knocking on your window? You must applaud its persistence. And there's nothing to that moment that will hold you tight. And you realise that nothing in your life is either wrong or right. You realise that your life is nothing but a path of barren solitudeness. You realise that you've lost yourself in the sands of time, at this mirage of life, at the stillness of the night.

The silence where even a drop of needle can be heard. The refreshing chill and the absence of morning heat. The delight of city lights, the poetic thought chains, the fact that day is over and all bustles that come with it, the solitude, the sound of crickets, beats of music they produce, the twinkling stars, the racing thoughts during 3am, i bet none can beat that.

Starlit skies adorned with the coyly beaming moon, silver sheen of night is just mesmerising. Well frankly i do not understand mornings. I do not understand waking up early. I am procrastinator by birth. My mind starts functioning only after midnight. There is something magical about the night, something that makes me feel I am, after all a human. It convinces me that I am equally worthy of forgiveness for my past. It reassures me that I have hope for myself tomorrow. The possibilities, are endless. Tomorrow is yet, away.

A man does not lie at 3 am.

I learn to make peace with myself. The stars engulf me with a sense of wonder. All my loved ones are blissfully asleep. My foes have laid down their weapons and retired too. Everything is at a standstill, except for the rotating planet, twinkling stars and my thoughts. Yes my thoughts and they are so true and make me retrospect. My thoughts swim through the skies as a vagabond searching for validation. Oh, how weird and precious they can be. This is the hour when every song seems to be sung in my honor. This is the hour when I unfurl and become myself. This is the hour for reminiscence. This is the hour for stolen kisses and frantic reassurances in unlit corridors. This is the hour for dangerous texts, to dangerous souls and waiting for replies that never reach deep enough to heal us. 

The night, in its envelope of darkness eludes me. It makes me question my existence, and then answer it too.... 

Always remember... Quintessential art takes birth only in the loneliness,isolated surrounding...!!! (words of experience... :D)

your mind goes on in harmony with your HEARTBEATS...!!! <3

you can feel your each Breath...!!!

Night provides you another to get ahead of world...

when you look back, you never remember the nights you had plenty of sleep... !!!

and the last one...

and the aurora of optimism comes only after the gloomy night... :)

The Big Bang Trip.....

Conversations are still left between you and me, stories are still hanging by the thread, to be plucked off the trees.

Trees under which we lie hand in hand, listening to what has never been uttered, saying what always begged to be said.

I pick moments from your lips, and paint my days with them, I pick stars from the sky and decorate your darkness with them. 

I repeat my words in your ears, as you shift aside the food lying on the table. 

It's about time you ate my poems and anecdotes, it's about time I drank the mysteries kept hidden in your kohl smeared eyes. 

I play with your fingers, writing codes on your wrists, can you read what I wrote, can you feel the kisses am yet to plant all over body. Can you guess the patterns my fingertips will draw on your back, and can you feel the warmth of my breath on your breasts. 

The conversations are continuing you see, just that the words are replaced with a silence smeared with ecstacy, and I push you against the walls. 

Can you hear the walls whisper l tales of love we once made, as I make love to you in this moment. It's a tale beyond ages, as I turn your pages, ruffle your leaves, I roll up my sleeves and you laugh. You take off my shirt instead, and starting reciting your rhymes. 
Wind chimes, they keep playing the tunes , as we move in unison, matching our rhythms with ones that created this world. 

Just like the world we create, through our conversations, where I listen to each of your silences.

#thebigbangtrip

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Something all guys want girls should know.... Pls don't get offended :P

Somethings guys want all girls to know.....

1)Stop commenting on your friend's facebook pics like hottiee, hwaaaaaaaattt, too many kissy smilies in a series then luv u muah..muah..muah. In person I have never seen indian girls hugging or kissing(neither girls and boys toh bhul hi jao) each other when they meet, do they?:P 

2) Don't be in a relationship with a boy if at the end you are planning to be a sweet daughter of your papa (dad) and have no guts to at least stand for him.

3) Stop watching SAS-BAHU, Pyar ki ek kahani, Sasural simar ka, Diya aur Bati Hum type of serials. Not gonna take you anywhere

4) Smartness of a boy is not all about his dressing style or looks.

5) You could talk friendly with other boys too even if you are committed to someone. Your boyfriend isn't breaking up with you for that (some perverts exist)

6) If you get a proposal from a boy tell him clearly if you are not interested, don't tell him blah..blah..blah Its irritating and never keep him as an option between your yes and no.
7) Don't get jealous with other girls.

8) Don't blindly obey your parents and go for arrange marriage soon at age of 22/24 if you have more dreams.

9) Girls can also approach first, there is no universal rule that boy should come to you and propose you. 

10) You could also watch and understand Interstellar. But you will have to watch with full attention. Conditions apply

11) Mathematics isn't that difficult and we all live in a 3D world.

12) That boy isn't bad just because he drinks.
13) Don't be judgmental about shy boys, unless you know him in person. Do not use words like loser, f**k they are not cool. They don't make you smart.

14) Not all cool guys play guitar and have spiky hair. Salman khan isn't the best bollywood actor.

15) That girl in your group who talks to boys and is open minded, isn't an easy girl.

16) Don't expect your boyfriend to be Hrithik Roshan if you aren't Priyanka Chopra.

Pls dont take offense.. :P