The turn around

There was a boy from a small town in India. He was brought up in a conservative environment, so he didn't booze, ate meat and so was trying to preserve his purity. Then he met a friend and they became close friends. The other friend had modern values like he would do those things which the protagonist thought are forbidden. The friend convinced him to cross the line step by step and see what lies on the other side. The boy liked it and started enjoying it. One day he bought living chickens to the house and butchered them in front of his friend. Then when he served that chicken to his friend his refused to eat whereas the boy enjoyed it inside out.

Who is devil and who is pure?

Life as a Mirage

Perceptions, Hallucinations, Virtuality, Reality, who defines what is what and who is who?

Whenever I define myself, I discover a side which is not in the definition. However, there is always a difference in how I perceive myself and how others do. The perceptions give rise to biases like blacks do drugs, whites are greedy, Muslims are terrorists, I am an asshole, I have an attitude problem, yada yada yad.

Whenever we are meeting anyone, most of the time we are biased by what we have heard and learned. But, aren't these perceptions very superficial. Why doesn't we say Blacks love Jazz, they are straight from heart, lively and fun people. Why doesn't people say that Whites are the most disciplined people on earth and Muslims are the most spiritual.

Why does the negative perception dominates so much, where there is so much positivity. Why is the devil winning in our hearts? May be because of what we do in our day, what we eat and what we think. We are fueling the devil with whatever it needs: lust and greed of all forms.

So, who is in the question, Me, or you, or the guy you hate, or ...

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A poem with rhymes

Lets run, in the wild sun
Lets play to make the hay of the day
Lets fight, not to test the might
Lets loose without taking booze
Lets cry in the midst of the sky
Lets try to fly
Lets smile without a guile
Lets speak to remove all the tweaks
Lets look inside the book
Lets feel the pain as if it is as natural as rain
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Thanks for tolerating :D.

The weight

The weight of my own ambitions
The expectations of my own people
A short memory of the glorious past
And a cruel present
Everything is there in front of us
Our creation
the very ghost
is stealing every moment of our life

Save yourself
Stab the ghost
Liberate yourself
Be free!

No Name

Wild Spirits dancing like mad women
in the bodies of men and women
making us pay for the every moment of existence
Never letting us settle
Always making us unstable
May be they know our purpose of existence
To achieve something we cant perceive
To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain
To take us to new frontiers
To realize us that all our limits are our own creation
To understand that there is one and only one soul
of this world which unites everything

Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.

No Name

Wild Spirits dancing like mad women
in the bodies of men and women
making us pay for the every moment of existence
Never letting us settle
Always making us unstable
May be they know our purpose of existence
To achieve something we cant perceive
To feel something which is more than orgasm and more than any pain
To take us to new frontiers
To realize us that all our limits are our own creation
To understand that there is one and only one soul
of this world which unites everything

Stop, choose something very bizarre and random and search withing while doing it. Liberation comes from activities of all kinds physical, mental and emotional.

being born again

Again feels like a new birth
like a new awakening
When I take a vow that I wont die again
But I fear like each time
I will loose the track of my breadth

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I wish

I could say the unsaid words
I could realize the unrealized fantacies
I could do the undone activities
I hope my soul will be in peace then.

"Hazaaron khwaishein aisi
ki har khwaish pe dum nikle
Bahut nikle mere armaan
lekin phir bhi kam nikle"

- Mirza Ghalib

The moment!

The moment is all about living in it. It is also like a bubble which bursts to create space for the new one. Some bubbles are very nice and some are not so. The nicer ones are the ones which overlap a lot of other bubbles also and leave a smile on our face when they go. The not so nice ones are like their names and we try to burst them. But, they still appear again and again, specially when our times are not so good. They try to push us further down and choke us. But, then there are the nice ones which fight with the bad ones and help us come out.

Sometimes the bubbles from future come back to present and take its space. Then, we start longing about what we want from life and fear from our fears.

Then there is our Mind, which is more complicated than a woman, and hence I never understand it. But, I do listen to it sometimes. It tells us to see the current bubble and see the nothingness inside it and live in it.

Then there is Mother, who lets us face everything. She is the source of all courage and character in us. She tells us to listen to our heart, when in confusion.

Unchanging life

Feels like the first summer
when we were young and restless
when the horizons were filled with joys
when we used to dream
when we used to trust
when we used to please
when we did not like to compete
when we used to ask everything
and not assume anything
when we used to feel sad for poor and miserable
when we used to be afraid
afraid of ghosts and not humans
when we used love everyone, back

When we were we
and not them

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Sometimes, you feel to rebel against the process of becoming more practical and acceptable.

Happy Swatantra Diwas

A salute to the unique soul of this nation which lives in one fifth of the whole of mankind.

No Wonder

I have lot of time these days, its not my fault.
I have no job and no girlfried, no problem!

People find me intricate and complex, thats how I am.

I freak people out, the devil inside me gets nasty sometimes.

I am in zen sometimes, cause I find the solitude bliss most of times.

I have no plans, I find myself to fit in something for long time not to be free.

I am sure of things, because subconsciously I know what I want.

I find peace in most chaotic situations, I dont know why?

A tribute to The Beautiful Game

I feel the same way I felt when I left India this time. I was leaving everyone I have lived with and everyone who lives in me. Today, again I am getting the same feeling on the thought that it is the last friday football game for me with the group I am playing since last 14 months.

Football has been a way for me to look good, to meditate, to convince myself that if you love something that much, you can become a part of it. My most fantacies for last two years have been dedicated for the game. Couple of times I have refused to hang out with women because of scheduled game during that time. My reason of being happy on my bday was that I scored a very nice goal that day, I thought of it as a gift to myself.

A warm thanks to all my beautiful friends.

Some moments:

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A question we should ask ourselves, is it worth the price I am paying for it?

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I guess it can answer a lot of questions and save us from a lot of unpleasant experiences.

Different colours, Different nationalities, One Love!

Fifth anniversary celebration of our football group at Mark's (the guy in yellow).

Thought of the day

Try very hard, try to give just a little short of your best, so that there is a room for improvement, always!

Hope

You are alone
Your work is stuck in the middle, from a while.
Your soulmates are not around
You are longing for recognition, which no one gives you
You are lost and disillusioned.
But, it drizzles with a nice breeze
And you put a soulful love song
And the hope comes back, again!

~love

Heart, Mind ?

Would you listen to your mind and always take the most calculated decision or instead listen to your heart and wont mind going for an exhilarating ride, no matter where it is going.

Or would you listen to your senses and instincts and be wild all the time.

It all depends on how do you perceive your life as, journey or destination. Is it a celebration in itself or a quest for our desires and ambitions. I think it is a wonderous journey which has no definite answers, no rights, no wrongs. Nothing is true and nothing is false, or as shakespeare puts it: "It is a stage, and we all are enacting our roles".

Sometimes, when I try to see life from an outsider's perspective, I find it is a painting where colours are sometimes harmonious and rest of time chaotic. Is harmony is the only thing we want? Is chaos too disturbing? Does chaos lead to harmony? Is chaos the necessary phase to reach harmony?

Then, are we moving in any direction, or our lives are just like sine waves. Going up and down without making us any more wiser.

Mother

She exists in the soul of the words, we speak.
She exists in the soul of the characters, when we write.
She can be found in the soul of the dance.
She exists in the soul of the rain drops, which fall, clouds which hover, sometimes ominous, sometimes blissfull.
She is beyond Good and Evil.
She is the Virgin (Mary) and she is the Witch.
She believes in only one rule, the rule of love.
She believes in letting go, rather than withholding.
She is the Woman, She is the God.

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An inspired poem after reading "The Witch of Portobello" by Paulo Coelho.