this that & everything else

Neither this nor that. Its difficult to make choices in life and once made the longing for the other continues grappling for that which is not. Its a calling of the heart to know what the future beholds, why certain events happen only to you.

Like everyone, its humane to wish to know what you will be tomorrow, if few years from now, see another personality, better or worse from what you are now. Would it not have been better if you had to be away from these dilemmas, softly lulling in a petal strewn cushion, barred by cries and yells, only your favourite music soothing the ear. A flourishing land gaping at you, as you raise a hand to pluck scented jasmines. Heaven, they say cannot be described. For each one it is a world of its own, where energy blooms with optimism. It lacks any wanting, and a pleasure surrounds even the most poorest of them all. Heaven is here, it is the aura you create for yourself and for those around. A weak heart fails to see the purpose of life. We need to see the purpose of everything. Nothing happens without a reason. It will have its benefits when it has to reveal itself. Nobody in the world is tortured, eberyone sees the light.

Dear Departed

Not that easy is it? When you imagine of crossing seas, to meet people, whom you vaguely remember , to join hands in family unity, plan picnics and get-togethers... Its an ecstatic feeling to think of many things, aspiring to achieve them.

But the trip never happens, you never see the other country, the imagination, only a film in your mind, sometimes filed in the sub-conscious returning to entertain you in the nights as a midnight encore. The people you wished to meet never see you, the ones you wish to talk to never hear your voice.

And they are not found again to connect the dots, and expand the picture. The image becomes smaller year by year, the faces fade, some faces depart to adjoining scrapbooks, collages in the next room wall.

Ever wondered why we are here? To realize after all that song and dance, you are left on your own. On a wide sea, as sea animones, sway past you, not stopping to talk, think or even notice your presence. Its the way the world is, how many times have you forgotten to notice others as you thrill in some other's company.

Rest in Peace is what you can say, far away, seated devoid of emotion, yet mourning the ties are dwindling. It is now ti9me to wonder who will you meet if at all you get a chance to go there and see the new world, flourishing with new families, children and laughter. 

Ramblings for a Miracle

You never know what you are meant for until it happens. Life can become tumultuous, happy, questionable or even boring when there is nothing that you could do about with it. No amount of songs, films, books, work, information or even people can satisfy you. Despite being in a crowd, you feel left out, having nothing to discuss or cherish the moment. Even gossip becomes nonsensical, and you wonder if your mind is going blank, like stagnant water, desperate to escape yet, devoid of outlets. 
The books, quotes, world news keeps telling you – the world is moving ahead- stock market rises, fluctuations, competition and still your mind says it will pass. Pass on to where you do not know, a need to connect, look beyond achievements, heed to a final calling, maybe that's what the mind calls for. 
The scenic beauty of a floating Adhisheshan carrying Lord Vishnu is all his décor, on a brightly lit pond, surrounded by a mass of silk saree and dhoti clad Hinds, seems to be the only scene that would keep my eyes bright and longing for a miracle. Of course, a catastrophe is unwanted to make life interesting, maybe a sudden turn of events, a new person, a new job yes that's what would interest me much.