Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2008
2008 will pass within hours from now and the memories, frustrations, achievements, and absudrdities of an ever changing life will remain glued to memory and foster newer ideas.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Time flies!
Another year has passed and many many more years will pass till the time comes when only love will remain and time will merge with love and will express itself in its glory.
The process and journey continues and the time will keep on changing and perspectives will be happening and unfolding itself in a mosaic of ever changing landscape of our imagination and limitations of our own understanding!
The process and journey continues and the time will keep on changing and perspectives will be happening and unfolding itself in a mosaic of ever changing landscape of our imagination and limitations of our own understanding!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Sleepless Nights!
I dream of sleep and when I sleep I dream of being awoken! I chase the shadows which have not risen yet and I construct the shadows in my heart and they pierce deep in my soul to lacerate myself .
The pangs of searching the destination and yearning for a journey of a free destination allude me like the mirage alludes the passengers in desert.
I can not look beyond my ownself and can think of stars beyond the comprehension and reach of human gadgets... so is my expanse less than a grain of sand and vaster than the entire universe. I am in journey , a joureny which has begun since times immemorial and will end at indefinite limits of time.
The imagination dwarfs myself in eyes of action and ideas rage like a jungle fire to overcoem myself and my environs to transform the nothingness into being and absurdity at the same time. The duality of action and action is in my spirit and I am grappling with this giant since I was born in physical essence and in spiritual realm thousands of years ago and in future with its own limits of extrapolation and inertia at the same time. I am steeped in between flight and stagnation , my steps are moving backward and forward at the same time..........oh I am not moving! But this immobility soon will pass and from behind the dark clouds sun will rise and htere will be light. The ligth will enlighten me and my surroundings and wait will be over as finding oneself in light is the essence of search ... and search continues. It neevr stops , even inertia is a stage of search..
The pangs of searching the destination and yearning for a journey of a free destination allude me like the mirage alludes the passengers in desert.
I can not look beyond my ownself and can think of stars beyond the comprehension and reach of human gadgets... so is my expanse less than a grain of sand and vaster than the entire universe. I am in journey , a joureny which has begun since times immemorial and will end at indefinite limits of time.
The imagination dwarfs myself in eyes of action and ideas rage like a jungle fire to overcoem myself and my environs to transform the nothingness into being and absurdity at the same time. The duality of action and action is in my spirit and I am grappling with this giant since I was born in physical essence and in spiritual realm thousands of years ago and in future with its own limits of extrapolation and inertia at the same time. I am steeped in between flight and stagnation , my steps are moving backward and forward at the same time..........oh I am not moving! But this immobility soon will pass and from behind the dark clouds sun will rise and htere will be light. The ligth will enlighten me and my surroundings and wait will be over as finding oneself in light is the essence of search ... and search continues. It neevr stops , even inertia is a stage of search..
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Nights
Nights flow and flow in the oceans of time and my pain also mingles with the beauty of night.
I dream to be part of nigth in a cretive way, but my agony just remains clueless and moving... moving and mere moving!
I dream to be part of nigth in a cretive way, but my agony just remains clueless and moving... moving and mere moving!
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