Peep Inside

 
As on a request I elaborated," What lies before us or behind us is tiny as compared to what lies within us."

It's all about the mind game. The inputs to it are the consequences of endless thoughts and practices surrounding us in the social gossamer manipulating our originals. Since childhood we are in the company of several people lumps of whose perspectives create layers in our mind. We sometimes become traits, the other times incomplete ourselves. Till we realise the completeness and power of one soul we wander in a sphere of piracy.

Think good and real and same will be reflected in what you do which will not only help us prosper but will also lead us to improvement every time. Peace is often robbed when one’s thinking is altercated when he is reluctant to accept the change. Our course of actions and tendencies are generally to safeguard what we believed cause there lays a general tendency to prove self-righteousness. It is hard to be invisible in the world where our thoughts contribute to the synergy of this universe. In such a case it becomes difficult to preserve the chores of our own mind that has infinite power to blow out all the blues till it is realised.

John Hilton says, “The mind in its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.  Our thoughts refine our deeds and make us even more confident in what we do. Appreciations and humiliations, applause and rejections are some social fringes that appear to measure our performance but in reality what stays as an undefeated truth is that it never matters what we did or what we do but all that matters is what we create. Treat people with respect, accept humbleness, try to doff envy, try to make a strong and powerful interior and there will be no thoughts undone. It sounds utopian but is really effective in leading a sound life with beams of positivity shining in the aurora of our personality.

On the seventh cloud



Winged with the balls of wool hanging in the clear sky,
all alone in the ebullient times...

 
Up Up Up in the air
When I leave the ground to hop
My feet leaves the wet soil
and joins the carnival at the top.

A swing with a wing
Hooked by the golden twinkles
flies through the fliting clouds
where hiding moon smiles and tinkles.

I am feeling the air
tickling the sole of my feet.
O' how happy do I feel
in the world of my dreams.
















With the lil' one who sits inside since always..

This side of a woman was seldom touched by me before where she has a part of her future child always in her just because of the gamut of feminism that she has. With this child who talks to her, shares with her, listens to all her doubts and is actually has just half of her impressions creates a intuitive connection with the other half sitting somewhere in the smoke of future.With this child of which she has the only clue of that unknown intruder, she waits and waits for the man of her life.....



 

My Life

"Key to happiness is to do what you love, with people whom you love"

Well the line seems simple and attractive,cherishing rather. Just remember what you really want to do when you are left with no imposed work and finally when you stand behind to listen to your meek, helpless heart. The heart which is too much manipulative to keep us occupied with the diurnal hangovers and still complains of not being pleased and satisfied. It always has some unfed desires that somehow somewhere remains startled. What to do, how to keep it happy and how to know it is happy?

One method is to have a foresight. Imagine your oldage filled with barrage of mixed memories. You are basking on the only chair you reserved for such precious times in the balcony and retrospecting into the yester years. Will that feeling be full of pride and satisfaction that whatever you did or did not has not contributed to any kind of discontent or guilt. Or something you really wanted to do which you can definitely do today, you couldnt and now you are left with nothing but the fateful designs of brutal meagre time. The ones you wanted to love, the ones with whom you had to share a lot of things, the passion you held and followed, the loose ends that still pinch you hard inside and the glories you collected throughout your age..all will come back as a reflection of a great life you made. Start living your story to give it a perfect ending. Spin a dream, follow it, make it true, embrace the nature, respect the lives of others, feel the good and the bad, do mistakes that do not leave behind an unmangeable repentence, keep your friendship, fall in love, fight everyday to make it the best day and say at the end "I had  had a great life"..And if still something is left behind which always does, stand up and get going...........

A hop

I wish to lie down
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.

A far fetched dream

to sew the tottered soul

And breathe a lot of sighs in

the chest that bores a hole.

Nebulous seems my life

dodging from a fall

A bliss that is awaited

to make a happy stall.

Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.

No more am I tired,

No more am I blue

What I did and What I will

is where my heart takes me to. 

The swing of gall and gag

that flies from down to the top

takes me through the clouds overhead

where it's always fun to bounce and hop.

Dedicated to  the regular visit of mood swings that take us to a tour to self realisation where we feel happy and sad, low and raised, robbed and filled all at the same time. It is all about how we keep on hopping between the two juxtopposite feelings which in real sense lie at a common conjecture and in no time we revert back to where we really want to. Now the same can be read again(6 stanzas but 3 in a row for being blue and 3 in a row for being blessed).

Dissonance theory

The monsoon has superficially started that was supposed to bring lots of wetness to wash away the skin of gloominess that I had since last few months out of seasonal boredom and continuous longing for a big reason to cheer up. But unfortunately due to the meagre mercy of clouds or do not exactly know why the raindrops couldnt create those many vibrations this time. I am missing my regular visiting to my blog and sharing many thoughts that came, stayed for my write-up but eventually slipped away from my mind seeing my dilatory attitudes. The reasons are many, some are important and some are too much important that cannot be moved out of the personal corner.

Neways I had thought of writing about cognitive dissonance since long cause I fear many a times that I might be suffering from it. 

The sudden loss of long nurtured beliefs under the piles of the incidents we were in and the decisions we made when leads to a phase where we stand dilapidated, lost and weak is the spell of dissonance theory.This theory lies as a mental crank erasing all the glories of past which were achieved from the principles that today lie in the perimeter of suspicion.It is hard to accept that what we had been thinking and idolizing throughout our lives so far is actually a fallacy and we start looking at ourselves as a dupe that lived moments whose charm now seems vicarious.We start recalling people we confronted , mistakes that we didnt do, so called right things that we actually did, all with some handful principles which today somehow appear unclear and a bit wrong. The toughest confession of a person is that he was wrong and most of the time if we see we are involved in just justifying our beliefs. Our deeds, our sppech, our behaviour and our gestures are reflection of what we believe and what we tend to believe. Even if we like others' beliefs  that might be different from ours it takes a lot of time to mend into one and change the long lived fossilised mind. The flexibility that we often lack in accepting and moving on with a new perception often leads to a suffocating frustration twisting our confidence over making a firm decision. The cognitive dissonance becomes worse when it starts affecting our approach  towards life that we always wanted to live. In no case this stage should persist inside cause the more one refraines himself from being a changed person, the more he would remain entangled in his fussy interior dragging him towards an unlikely entity. Life should be full of acceptance, acceptance to whatever comes in way.

I think this theory is too common and every second person who is an observer of his own life might feel the same way this theory makes us to feel. The good thing is that we are potent enough today to feel the things happening to us cause sometimes vacuum of thoughts stretches its nulliness so wide that mind becomes quiet. So try hard to keep  your passion alive that would speak to you in several ways, in several languages. Try hard to be talkative to self cause it is the best place where you are safe and not being judged by anyone else but you.

Tango in Paris

It rained all night and the lights dimmed
the floating shadows on the streets
made some stories that lived for long
in the memories, under the sheets

They danced like one

closing their minds

opening their hearts

to the love that binds.

The lamp that shivers

in the cold of the rain

Lived through the night

till the moon got wane.

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For the one we love like always....

We love you Dadi, we have always and we will forever.

How far have you gone?

That no one can see through.

But we all have a bit of you,

That still smells like you.

We all crossed the stairs of age

By just holding your hand.

Today when you are not here

We still wonder how do we stand.

We know you are here

with us to guide and to bless

How fair we play our roles

in the life you instilled in us........

We all are your kind reflection

The one we have in mind.

The one you shared for years

The one you left behind.