two eyes....

"Tears in the eyes may be less painful than a fake smile on the face....

if only eyes could see differently:one only woes and other the grace..

The mind behind and the heart beneath justifies for the eventual caprice...


perplexed is the being for what he sees is not for peace.........."

clarities............

One perennial confusion since early days of mine between "biannual " and "biennial"....I got it this time...........
centennial celebration of grannies must be grand to be in ,learning their experiences through an age if we may call seeing changes in people,society ,culture and scenario.
Sometimes I fear that I would end up as a pedestrian without any convivial thoughts and vivid desires but the moment I look up for my renewal of activities chronically in my routine,I relax.

in search of a guide............

Quotidian habits ruled by heart,

when look for mercy and lie aside.

I pine for the sky to bulge down a little,

to get on one roof and look for a guide.

speaking tree

A command comes ,all of a sudden from somewhere to act as it says.We do follow and most of the times we do it right.We owe our decisions and the repercussions to the commander who speaks for us at times we need ourselves.A language that is laconic but explains every little thing that needs to be ingressed forever.A voice that echoes in the ears with a beat of volition making it the voice of the soul.An image that is blurred but often waves hands and taps our shoulder in good times.The changes in us:emotional,psychological,spiritual and behavioural:seem adventitious and quite unacceptable in the daily circumstances.It appears difficult to comply with the fact that our thoughts and ideas are under the influence and the transformations are like recapitulation of our changing lives.This time life has become amazingly talkative giving inputs that are rife enough to merge into one thesis.  Among so many people around with some similar and some  different perspectives,a confusion prevails that what we think,what we say and what we do,are these coming really out of us or the commander is on the razor's edge?It is not hard to recognise him because he is no other than our instinct ,our real self that also suffers changes ,bigger changes since childhood and at one point of time reminds of what it was.

The connection that we make with him depends on the level of our moral and spiritual effort towards building a neat and peaceful entity.When we speak,our selection of words and language reflects the strength of that link.If we say good ,we are human else a pirated living being.Working on a relationship requires an understanding that the people involved,all of them originally, started from a single track which afterwards took different turns and different forms.There is no one thing like right or wrong ,both coexist concurrently .We fight,react,respond and love,in other words we express ourselves taking help of these energies:some positive and some grey.If these energies are not balanced then definitely we create a distinct impression regarding ourself.A continous contact with the spirit inside and a lively conversation makes up this balance to keep alive the original being that gets lost sometimes in the culture of work.

spirituality is not to preach or suggest,it is anything that makes us feel at peace and calm.It mollifies the turbulence inside but ofcourse it is also time bound.One can never be spiritual forever since at practical grounds we need to shed some of our fragments .

Living happily every new second is also not in our hands since our moods swing like the wing flaps of a butterfly  but at least we know that we may go to retreat and allow ourselves to be like we are.......................

sesonal stroke

Not exactly unbearable but this summer is quite harsh and arid this time.Not only at work but even when I stay at home,sunrays appear as if piercing through the walls to bathe us with its heat leaving us to swelter in the bare season. The day seems to be extra blazing enough to cease the size of the blue balls and the heavy dusty wind adds to the spoilsport. And the evenings....are like the harbingers of summer .

The Metaphors..........

The metaphors in life sometimes seem to give pleasure and fun when we are wet with ennui and wish to frame personal fables that have characters who are real . My sun inside has turned pallid and the heart intersticed ,I don't  know how and with what to fill them up. On a day if time passes on the track without stumbling or without offering much lonelinness,the day appears to be perfect. We meet a number of people in our lives whose lives in some or the other hits our urchin sitting inside who gets erupted time to time but doesn't have the enough courage to continue the line of desire and merge it with the strip of reality.
Watching a dancer tapping her /his feet with all the aura of their hardships and efforts behind startles the dancer within who comes and practices  on the mercy of me whenever I would like to come out the way  I have been moving to the path laid by my dreams.That time I dance and dance and jauntily dance and live up like a true dancer.
Seeing an artist sketching his subjects with his free hand making them alive and allowing them to speak through his canvas,the artist inside comes along and waves his hands with a pencil or a brush to spread the colours he would put from the canvas to the soul.Those few hours I live like a true thinker and a hearty artist.
Reading the lines of soulful and commensurative poet or a writer who seem to have a simile forte' the instinctive prolixity comes to its life and the words swim along my paper sliding through my hands.It is truely a matter of fatalism because not everytime the writer is verbose with his original stuff,but when it is I live like a creator and a dreamer..........
What if I want to play roles of each one of them and many more to make my life knitted in my own way.An  apothegm says "don't sigh ,it chases out the good luck inside you". it seems to betrue if we sigh too much because the humph is the carrier of your loosing hopes in all the above characters and others. I  have kept them joyfully alive till now with a little discrepancy among each one of them and would wish to be that way always,the only thing that bothers me is that when everyone fights and bickers marking their donnism or otherwise they quit,what if this materialistic approach enters inside me????

tamatassssssssss

 they emerged as shiny-red cherry blossoms in my sundried kitchen garden which nowadays remains covered by the dry noisy leaves of the banyan..when they appeared ,they looked like one bringing the wetness of a raindrop on the bare earth fissured.Though there are other palnts too like chilli ,spinach etc but they haven't yielded yet so they also seemed to have  bathed in the sudden serendipity.Till they were green and tight they couldn't carve out their beauties and my backyard looked pallid and drooped inspite of my pamper and care.I too was under the fear that I couldn't make out time for them .But this arrival in the summer just coaxed me to make more of them and now I wish to fill my garden with all of them.ahhhhhhhh these were too fresh and young enough to contrast beautifully my green bowl.I wished not to use them but the tomato soup and curry really placated my belly very nicely........thanx to them........