we are men

Somethings never change. Sometimes you wish they would.But then again if they change we will not.

After a long way down the road you realise that somethings need to change. Flowers need to wither and the thorns along with them. Clay will sift and so will the rocks turn to clay.The days will pass and along with them the memories will dim.The sands always shift.

What the young naivete believes gradually grows dimmer till it is lost in the haze of maturity we pride ourselves on. Yes but does the intended maturity really describe the word coined in the dictionary.Do we really grow over our insecurities and start to open our eyes. Mostly we still chose not to believe in facts that we do not want to.That is human fallibility.Ans since to err is human we say to forgive the same is divine. On another though all that closes our eyes to things we do not want to see is either the divine or the implications of evil.

There upon a certain place in the road things seem clearer. At that point we wish we were back to the innocence of the naive.For a certain period forgetfulness would seem to be bliss.Most of us at that point choose to ignore the starkness of truth and trudge along in the mist.It seems so easy. Living things are conditioned to avoid whatever pains them.We run , we hide and we forget that we are all but a mortal race that has to die and turn to ash.

Sometimes I envy the non-living.They do not feel and they do not run.But then again they do not have the liberty to feel which makes them immune to conditioning.But the stoic pose that the non-living strike somehow inspires me.They do not or should i say cannot lie.They do not have to live with their heads and emotions for any meaningful pursuit.We have to and we do. We lie to ourselves , to others just to maintain illusions.The illusion will someday take the place of the person within you.We know that.We ignore that.

We are the race of men.We change.We die.

We love.We lie.

But we live.And we believe we will live again !

And a heart beat

Wish I could,

The gatherings haunt me.

These trees sing songs,

Thoughts that make me fear,

Fear that makes a heart beat!

Wish that I could,

Stop a feeling that grows,

This trust rings bells,

Bells that I wished to hear,

A feeling and s heart beat.

Why, but i drink,

The truth but it stays,

The truth it always is,

And that makes me afraid,

For love and a heart beat !

drunk

A dizzy feeling.

A drunken feeling,

I am not , I never was,

But I feel , but I sing,

When i never heard the song that was before.

A lonely feeling,

A drunken feeling,

You never said, I was never,

But I felt and yet I sing,

That song , which I always felt and I wonder.

You went away,

And you never were,

I never told, I never wept.

But we are away , and I sing,

That song, I never sang that was always before.

Walking dreamy eyed...

(This post is in continuation to Sunset at rum point and I chose what I am to be)

I have been walking dreamy eyed in the quiet desolation of isolated shores.Why I ask myself? Does the mist speak of something? Why does it speak so soft? The sun is hidden. The moist sands tug at my feet and yet I walk. It would be nice to lie down. To stop searching and retire to a quiet living. So peaceful it would be. But yet I search.

The beauty of solitude.

Ah when did any one ever describe.

The destitution of the hermit,

Why do these winds not heed !!

So they say solitude has its beauty.Why then do we run? Why do the dark paths lead us into retirement? Ever does man run away into coves of comfort; afraid to face the paths alone.Beauty lay in those paths. But we of the craven hearts, balk of it. Incomprehensible beauty is frightening. More so when the end presents itself not.We stop and proceed not. But beauty has its ways The longer you are on the road ,the more you see; the path stretches yet more.What is beauty, if it can be compiled in word, written down in songs , etched down in memories. True beauty lay in the paths. The longer you go , the closer you are. But never there !

The days we tell ourselves we are there, we see naught but an illusion. The mirage of beauty attained.A lie. For this road never ends. For the joy of beauty lay not in comprehension. The bliss of beauty, lay not in atonement and fear. Unfathomable beauty never ends and so does its pursuit.Though we lie in mouldy graves and time wash over us, but in those paths where we walk, the shades of beauty ever lies with us within.

Let these mists close. Let these paths unfold. Let this sun rise and set. These winds , may they houl. Let those gods you hold dear, turn deaf. O how the world may laugh. The beauty, but eludes. It beckons; but those that stand true.

I crave not to be wise; for when did wise ever walk in paths of the destitute. I strive not to be loved , for the loved make houses. I strive not to be hated; for they the people are always around. May this path ever lead on. May this wayfarer never stop.

Amen.

To You

Lekhiba lagi chanhe na chanhe ....

kichi kahi kichi rahi jai....

Tate kichi kahibaku chanhe...

kana kahibi....

Seithi hi katha rahi jai....

Kichi katha nahin,

Na mu acchi......

NA tu..

To saange mu...

Tu nahun mu kauthi ...

Bahut bada bada ei duniya...

chhota chhota kichi katha...

janini kemiti kana kahibi

..kahe na kahe...

Mu acchi...

Au kana kahibi...

Ghosts

Too far do these star lie

Far for me to feel the depth;

Walls I can climb ,but love,

How can one mar this death!

These winds do of a tale sing

of those nights,myriad dreams;

Nights I may belie my love,

Memories do wear ,it seems !

Pebbles do these waves wash,

the rocks yet stand still;

marks we made,my love,

But marks even do waves heal!

Faith may lose;hope stands

but with a silent will;

I have closed my eyes,love,

Seems the ghosts stand still !

Straying away

Contemplation is a sin.It brings up questions that take you nowhere.

Oblivion for a change would be bliss.You soak in a state of thoughtlessness.The worries of existence were never farther.Those inhibitions are shed.Them , the layers and facades cease from their deceiving existence.How you wish everybody would see you then !How you wish to be loved!There the long lost smile returns.

You return to being the same child.There you start appreciating the fact that everybody around you was in fact made for you.Then you know that you are the one that the universe revolves around.Remembrance flows.Those smells , those flowers and those memories flood back.

You know the child you missed all these years lay dormant within.It was just that you built walls such high that the child within cant scale them.Let him through.You will see the child appreciates a lot more than you do.So very childish these thoughts are.

Again wasn't it me who said contemplation is a sin, you can ill afford.Go back to your existence.