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.

--

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

syndrome of being vivering

Doing everything you can till the last moment, then you realise this is not what you want.

There is mess all around and inside.

Some people are giving directions, ironically they are themselves lost.

There is no one way, infact all roads are round abouts.

The mysteries are too many, and am running after them like a mad man.

Memories are disturbing and the future is uncertain.

Is there any cure?

Humanity Vs Plasticity

Spontaneity Vs Craftiness
Bliss Vs Happiness
Loneliness Vs Loss of self
Failure Vs Fear of Failure
Honesty Vs Acceptance
Alive Vs Dead
Security Vs Fear
Respect for life Vs Love for life
...

Choose your way!

song of devotion

You make me free
even though are not for free
You are my sweetheart
Please never break my heart
You dont bitch around
I always wish you are around

This is not a crush, but love
longest ever I have loved someone
I wish I could live with you, die with you.

You have given my life a purpose,
it is to be always around you.

You can have different taste
different ways to embrace
but to me, all ways seem the same.

promise me you would be around
no matter where I am on the ground.

Why would a woman love a man?

Is it because of what a man is in general?

or

How does that man treats that woman?

Both is not an option.

Bliss!

When you feel like dancing
When every inch of you is bubbling
When the time stops
When love has filled the air
When you can see into the eyes you want to look into
When you are surrounded by friends
When you are with people, who want to see you
Its Homecoming again and here I come with my arms wide open, the same smile and tears filled eyes.

Mood: Euphoric
Music: Euphoria, Indian Ocean.

your father is drunk
your mother is dating some other man
the girl you like is cold
your friends dont like you anymore
your art, no one understands

there is always a reason not to live.

--

ps: a part of this text is borrowed, dont remember from where.

a noble celebration

Life is a divine celebration of the seeing of our everlasting existence. It is to celebrated with divinity, charm, love and bliss. We have to think of our forefathers who has given us a heritage to be proud of, to look at and feel so small and yet so lucky.

How many times do we really express gratitude towards the art, beauty we enjoy everyday.

How many times do we wake up and promise that we will add our bit to this human heritage.

How many times do we wallow in joy, do we still remember what a joy is, or is it lost somewhere in our daily lives.

Has it happened ever that we have loved something or someone and say that I just want to see it and not possess it or may be want to share it.

Someone has to fill, since everyone is snatching.

We all have to physically die, that should not bother us. Lets share, spread bliss and smile in our toughest times. For a moment, lets feel as if we are free like our souls. Lets pick any road blindly knowning fully that all roads lead to thee. Lets dance, sing , La La La.

Lets not be greedy. No amount of material will make us happy, it will take our peace for sure.

A funny read.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/6587129.stm

enjoy.

contemplation

When I look back, I see an ignorant brat leading an incomplete life full of complacency and contempt.

A naked boy

He stands stripped
He looks unkempt
His arms are wide open
He sings
He smiles
He waits
He loves
He wants to spread happiness
He is not afraid to die
His eyes are shining
His smile charming
but he is not the prince perfect
He is weak
He is vulnerable
He cries
He repents on his past life, sometimes.
He fears the loss of god, so he lives on faith
He is impulsive
He is nervous
He wants to give it all he can
He wants to explore what all he has
He does not knows his goals, but he likes to score goals
He does not know himself, at all.

Gere kisses Shetty

It makes a news, such a big one that it is on the front page of all newspapers and tv channels. His effigies are being burned and Shetty is being cursed.

On the other hand, lot of women at brothels are still having forced and unprotected sex. But, that does not tarnishes Indian culture, which we boast of so much.

It looks like if it is within the four walls, all kinds of moral or immoral sex is OK, but do not do anything in public. What a SHAME.

The best goal of my football career

In pic: Gabe Vs I, rest are laughing. Thanks Melody, for taking a nice pic.

The art of Liquification

I feel like a fluid, put me in any bottle you choose, I will be the one you want. I think we are supposed to be fluidish, so that we can be what we want to be and that too without making an effort. The reason we are not is that we are stiff most of the times. But, we should remember after all we are actors and we have to play different characters different times of our life. Therefore, lets not define ourselves because then we are making an effort to be solid. And we are supposed to be so.

Good actors in cinema are like this, they can act any role. So can we in this world of cinema. And all of us want to play our roles well, which are quite contrasting and occur in different phases of our lives. It is a spiritual idea because god is all and if we can be all, then we are close to god also.

Life is full of problems, easy rides, critical times and if we can develop our senses well, then it is easy to act the way we always want to be. To have senses develop, we have to be in that moment, not before not after. It wont matter whether we win or loss, because it is that character who was won or lost. We are not that character, we are something higher. And when we dont have the anxiety of win or loss, we can play well and get joy from the whole process. This is bliss, I guess.

So, lets try to flow or to swim or to float.

-Pompeyy

Thought of everyday

"Know that you are special, behave as you very ordinary" - Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.

Thought of the day

Look inside, and not outside.

Thought of everyday

"Will I be doing the same thing, if I know today is the last day."
"Dont try to cover yourself, we are born naked and we have to die one day."
- Steve Jobs.

Wake up, son.

In the end, I am a loser, who is killing himself every moment in the hope of the moment of joy. He is blind, doesnt see the women who has pain in her eyes, but ogles at the women sitting next to her, who has the most kissable lips.

What I dont understand:

*The English grammar, with so many exceptions and so many rules. I still cant write a gramatically correct prose.
*How do women behave, I dont know why do they do, what they do.
*Why the earth is round, when it always looks flat, but I dont care much about it.
*Why do people want to goto Mars ?
*Why do people waste their lives on what other think, say or do.
*Why are there so many rules, institutions; Alas, poor spontaneity has to die.
*Why are so many people blessed, happy and some torn, raped, hungry, lost, overused, oppressed.
*Why do people beleive in god, and still feel so insecure.
*Why is everyone blinded by sex and money
*Why dont I do something useful, then just philosophising.

welcome to the Hotel California

No one can put it better than:

"You can check out anytime you want but you can never leave."

So is california: pretty, sunny, easy going. People are nice, girls are pretty and horny. Landscape is diverse: ocean, mountains, desert, canyons, everything. Opportunities are myriad. Life style is laid back, but hard working.

It is a place, where geeks breed and make fortunes and live happily ever after. It is a place where I want to be, dont you ?

I came back from california last night and a snow storm is saying me: "welcome to New Jersey."

Waiting to sing it again: "Going to California with ache in my heart ..."