And by the time the raiding party of the thoughts are over, there stands clarity, smiling like the rising sun over the ice capped peaks, summoning with arms outstretched into an embrace of all- piercing, satiating illumination.
Psychosomatic Tornado
When the stimuli get pent up throughout the hours until the bowl not-so crystal clear overflows and thoughts and wishes travel the road of the mind like neverending traffic until they become unbearable I hold the pen almost not conscious and thoughts become words that becomes the temporary cure for my restlessness.
20210520
Sonder
There are times when there is a lot on our mind but words just don’t flow out easily.It’s like the outlet has been bottlenecked in a weird way altogether too dark to fathom with a straightforward logical sense of deduction.There is one micro-storm after another rising and falling relentlessly in the abyss of the mind and their echoes screeching aloud right to the ears like some rhythm of trance and swaying the psyche in their inaudible sonority.
20180117
Why am I starting all over to blog again?
First things first. I am your regular IT guy who visits the concrete jungle five days a week to feed his mouth. Like 99% of us, the thought of my inability to be a part of a better, more productive, idealistic profession/job travels through my mind whenever it's unoccupied with the 'critical project deliverables'. This is how it goes day by day as the utopian dream refuses to fade away. As a result, the mind often revolts against the montony of 'getting things done' without any authentic wisdom. But the roots of revolution are soon shaken by the pangs of conscience that wherever and whatever I am it was because of the choices I made.There is no blame game here.
Self-retrospection is a fatally risky thing for the mind. Nobody wants to open his can of worms and I am not an exception.But again, the realization I already have, that there is no one to point to because of the things against which my mind revolts, obviously makes me uneasy and I need to vent it out somewhere to retain my pacific state of mind.
I am aware that there are two dimensions of me : one which exists physically and perceives the world as anyone of us will and the other which reflects my sub-conscious or a more subtle state of mind when I start writing. When I write, I get more time to collect my thoughts and convey the meaning and since I write to me I am completely at sync with myself without any misunderstanding.That makes me feel at ease because I am able to empty my bucket of thoughts which I feel is extremely essential for me to recharge and rejuvenate myself completely.
This is the sole intention of putting in so many sentences today and going forward, whenever I get the alert that my thought container is spilling and needs to be poured out a bit, I will let loose the flow of words (rather thoughts).
20111209
NeverEnding..
When in love,we are like two birds of same feather
Clinging to each other through the bad weather
Engrossed in us so much that we never care
What is wrong and what is fair
It's like a gradual intoxication
Only making us stronger while we get weaker
I bet one can hardly comprehend this manifestation
As for that you have to dive deeper
And read between the lines
To understand what is behind these words
That speaks of feather and the birds
The value of the rare times.
Clinging to each other through the bad weather
Engrossed in us so much that we never care
What is wrong and what is fair
It's like a gradual intoxication
Only making us stronger while we get weaker
I bet one can hardly comprehend this manifestation
As for that you have to dive deeper
And read between the lines
To understand what is behind these words
That speaks of feather and the birds
The value of the rare times.
20100731
My Poison
It was a rainwashed evening and you were all grey
You never said the reason no matter how much I asked
I know you were stubborn come what may
The sun had set and it already dusked
When tears were there in your dreamy eyes
This one thing I can't bear about you
No matter how much i pretend to be wise
I asked : " Honey don't you love me true?"
You nodded yes inspite of your tears
"Then why don't you tell me what's wrong?"I asked.
And blow lightly in your little ears
Trying to unravel the pain you have masked
But you acted stiff and tough
Turning your face away in other direction
You act like you got to cough
Unable to draw any useful information
I suddenly started losing my cool
And thought that you don't believe me anymore
That really made me feel like a fool
But still i waited outside the door
Because I knew one day you will speak to me
And share all your sorrow
And I will be waiting as long as you like me to be
And wish really for a brighter tomorrow...
You never said the reason no matter how much I asked
I know you were stubborn come what may
The sun had set and it already dusked
When tears were there in your dreamy eyes
This one thing I can't bear about you
No matter how much i pretend to be wise
I asked : " Honey don't you love me true?"
You nodded yes inspite of your tears
"Then why don't you tell me what's wrong?"I asked.
And blow lightly in your little ears
Trying to unravel the pain you have masked
But you acted stiff and tough
Turning your face away in other direction
You act like you got to cough
Unable to draw any useful information
I suddenly started losing my cool
And thought that you don't believe me anymore
That really made me feel like a fool
But still i waited outside the door
Because I knew one day you will speak to me
And share all your sorrow
And I will be waiting as long as you like me to be
And wish really for a brighter tomorrow...
20100524
Thought attack
Let them be.
I walked into the pandemonium of myraid lives careful and still
Thoughts flew from different angles with feelings little
I tried not to say a word and point at their flaw
For inside I had a hunch that I am also gripped by their claw
Their words tried to touch me like acid on skin
And in most of their eyes jealousy was seen
My mind is not a mirror and won't claim it to be one
But I act to whatever I see be it against anyone
You know when things are not as you wish
And work that you take that didn't finish
You hope to get some harshess and rudeness
And learn to swallow the bitterness
They won't know why you failed
They won't know why the others sailed
And flew afar long way from you
While you remain back feeling blue
They won't believe that those people are
Nothing but traitors you wish to bare
And expose their dishonesty in the open air
And make them confess that they are bloody liar
But you won't do that because you know
That nothing can damage what is already low
With this in mind I can rest in peace
And keep my honour all in one piece!
I walked into the pandemonium of myraid lives careful and still
Thoughts flew from different angles with feelings little
I tried not to say a word and point at their flaw
For inside I had a hunch that I am also gripped by their claw
Their words tried to touch me like acid on skin
And in most of their eyes jealousy was seen
My mind is not a mirror and won't claim it to be one
But I act to whatever I see be it against anyone
You know when things are not as you wish
And work that you take that didn't finish
You hope to get some harshess and rudeness
And learn to swallow the bitterness
They won't know why you failed
They won't know why the others sailed
And flew afar long way from you
While you remain back feeling blue
They won't believe that those people are
Nothing but traitors you wish to bare
And expose their dishonesty in the open air
And make them confess that they are bloody liar
But you won't do that because you know
That nothing can damage what is already low
With this in mind I can rest in peace
And keep my honour all in one piece!
20100523
Modernistic Rot
Curse of Technology
Starting of the 21st century seemingly looking like a marvel has an underlying layer of catastrophe in disguise.The boom and bang of technology and cybertronics giving us the temporary taste of the nectar of success and we overlook the gradual and incorrigible loss that is continuously undergone to give way to the apparent development of the science-oriented social structure.
The raw materials are exploited,processed and marketed and the scrap and the by-products are left to torture the the earth for a long-time to come.It's like hiding the dirt under the carpet by doing so dirt is not eliminated but it only gets stored up to exist as a constant,unpredictable threat to the nature and life.Lost in our own advancement and in the race for ultra-sophistication we never wait to ponder that every action has a reaction and nature also reacts finally as a response to the continual interference into it's normal state of existence.With or without realising that the world is getting dominated by machines and virtuality in all the spheres we are running blindly towards a neverending end.
Starting of the 21st century seemingly looking like a marvel has an underlying layer of catastrophe in disguise.The boom and bang of technology and cybertronics giving us the temporary taste of the nectar of success and we overlook the gradual and incorrigible loss that is continuously undergone to give way to the apparent development of the science-oriented social structure.
The raw materials are exploited,processed and marketed and the scrap and the by-products are left to torture the the earth for a long-time to come.It's like hiding the dirt under the carpet by doing so dirt is not eliminated but it only gets stored up to exist as a constant,unpredictable threat to the nature and life.Lost in our own advancement and in the race for ultra-sophistication we never wait to ponder that every action has a reaction and nature also reacts finally as a response to the continual interference into it's normal state of existence.With or without realising that the world is getting dominated by machines and virtuality in all the spheres we are running blindly towards a neverending end.
20100520
I saw,I loved,I cried.
No Name
There was a time when thoughts were free
There was a time when thoughts were pure
There came a time when thoughts became me
And I realised that there is no cure
Everytime my heart craved for a touch
Everytime I flew into a new search
I didn't realised I was in a desert
Without life or feelings anywhere I look
As I never understood how to convert
I tried to return back all the pains I took
But as they say there is an end to everything
Love,Feeling,Emotion,Sentiment Sweet-Nothing!
I can swear that I have understood finally
And realised that there is no Love
Or whatever it is,it is not done truly
So it's only words that all I have
To empty what I feel
To let this ravaged heart heal!
There was a time when thoughts were free
There was a time when thoughts were pure
There came a time when thoughts became me
And I realised that there is no cure
Everytime my heart craved for a touch
Everytime I flew into a new search
I didn't realised I was in a desert
Without life or feelings anywhere I look
As I never understood how to convert
I tried to return back all the pains I took
But as they say there is an end to everything
Love,Feeling,Emotion,Sentiment Sweet-Nothing!
I can swear that I have understood finally
And realised that there is no Love
Or whatever it is,it is not done truly
So it's only words that all I have
To empty what I feel
To let this ravaged heart heal!
The other side of the glass
Rain kissed day
Sitting infront of the machine in an air-conditioned room
People around me busy with important tasks
As I look forward there is a window at the end of the room
It's curtains half-drawn exposing the glass it masks
It is unclear,the glass but still the view it gives
Of outside looking like a secluded place
The way the cold wind moves the leaves
And says that it's a different face
You cannot feel the heat at the road
Because there is no sun today
The sky is all dark and sowed
But the mood is just so away
It promises no matter come what may
It will never ever feel grey
The sky is yet to shed her tears
And drench her friend the earth
But as I feel that the time nears
My mind jumps with a rare mirth.
Sitting infront of the machine in an air-conditioned room
People around me busy with important tasks
As I look forward there is a window at the end of the room
It's curtains half-drawn exposing the glass it masks
It is unclear,the glass but still the view it gives
Of outside looking like a secluded place
The way the cold wind moves the leaves
And says that it's a different face
You cannot feel the heat at the road
Because there is no sun today
The sky is all dark and sowed
But the mood is just so away
It promises no matter come what may
It will never ever feel grey
The sky is yet to shed her tears
And drench her friend the earth
But as I feel that the time nears
My mind jumps with a rare mirth.
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