Perspectives...

We sit on jute chairs, facing each other,    the cup of tea steaming the ambiance. There is grass beneath our feet,    the clear sky with the magnificent stars above us. The birds sipping on the clay pot nearby,    the violet petunia stands in stillness. We don't say a word,    we just take in the silence. But we clearly recognize the moment,    the moment where everything we needed was right there. There was nothing urgent, nothing less important,    everything was just there. And there was love...

A new day, the old sun A new perspective, the old choices A new life, the old relatives A new beginning, the ignored opportunities A new resolution, the old habits A new love, the old ego A new earth, Or is it?

Most of my early adulthood has gone into discovering what i want to 'do' in my life. Quotes like 'find out what you want to do", "what do you love to do?", "find your calling through your work"  did nothing to help the uproar inside of me. It only made it worse. Destiny, calling, etc. just seemed like buzz words that were incredulous.  The growing awareness that one might be here to do something very specific can be utterly frustration, because it comes without a map or directions. But this awareness is special and it does not come to everyone. In many ways, the source of this frustration is the germination of spiritual journey, as it was for me. A by-product of this phenomenon is restlessness and a restlessness so severe that it would make me cry. This very feeling pushed me to dabble in multiple jobs. I was keenly aware when a job didn't line up with me. I was labeled a job hopper and was...

The tension in the arm,  sensitivity at the base of spine, tinkle at the back of the leg, The twitched brow, the curved smile,  relentless falling back on a feeling, a feeling of sad, What are you trying to say? Are you trying to come in or get out? Is anyone there.... Living in a haze, rejoicing in the same,   the all pervasive void, waiting for the episode to end. Glimpses of enormous peace,   and a tsunami of restlessness and hollow. Balancing the precarious act,  while waiting for the next glimpse,  the glimpse of eternity, the glimpse of being one with the glimpse....

Do you like stuff? Oh yeah, you do! The more the merrier. Lets break it down, shall we? You see the stuff on the shelf, on TV, on this popular girl in school, and you know having it will change everything. You will more complete than you currently are. People will love the stuff, think greatly of you which will change the way they have always thought of you but it will also change the way you think about yourself. And after a span of thirty or so minutes after buying the stuff, you go back to your original state of mind. GONE! The respite to this undesirable outcome is that there is always,always another stuff to take you through those steps again, and again. Its our way to measure ourselves and others. Sounds familiar? Its not your and my story. I hope to be wrong but its a story of everyone The process will continue till one day you come to the realization that you are in in fact going through those steps of "want-buy-want more" continuously. This awareness provides the ...

Shining boldly in a clear dark sky,    There is no remorse in your eyes, You exude a divine light    That stands as a constant reminder through the darkness,     That living in it is alright... Giving space to the passing clouds,    You remain a spectator,  Through everything you remain still. Guiding us through the darkest period, You are nature's true reminder... We are here to survive with hope, stillness and divinity, Despite it all...

Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges. Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!  The Explorer Rudyard Kipling  You are a homebody. You like staying grounded at one place, not in a spiritual sense, literally speaking!  But deep inside, all of us remain an explorer, and you are no different. Your disinterest with traveling in your initial years has its roots in laziness, but its not just your story. It's always easier to stay at home and live vicariously through other people than pack your bags and explore unknown territories. But once the bug bites, it itches forever... Traveling is not about the laurels you collect to upload on your Facebook account to garner likes, it's more rooted in its benefits than that. New surroundings, people, cultures, food, sceneries open our mind and heart to a newer pattern of thinking. Our minds prefer a myopic view of the world, that way it has a more manageable set of pat...