Freedom's the sweetest binder

Freedom is a sleek thread that grows into a thick rope eventually with unabated granting of space to the other. For me, freedom is a bond from which it becomes difficult to dissociate emotionally no matter from wherever it is bestowed. I always feel that more the freedom, stronger becomes the tie. 

More than couple of months...

Time injures. Time heals. Mere witness, we sometimes can just be idle and wait. But behind time, there are some people who are foes and others, friends. This is important. All you need to have an eagle's eye. Indeed, a human mind with an eagle's eye.

With Folded Hands...the turtle's corner...!!!

I have my hands folded whenever I see you from today. I don't fear you. I don't make you tremble. You are what you are. You are better than me. You are superior than me. You are the creator and the destroyer. I am nothing. I am nothing in front of you. I have no say. I have no demands. I have nothing to claim of you. You are the princess of this wonderland. You are the most amazing. You the mighty and I the meager. No claims, no demands, no relation ma'am. Nothing, nothing, and nothing of you. I am a clay, silent and ready to get crushed and shape on your whims and fancies. I can't be happy with you. I understand. I have to die aggravating the ironical existence. Let me die living as I have Agam in my mind and heart. You are his mother. I am his father. We are just two bungee jumping poles letting our child jump higher and higher. We pledge not to loosen the grip as he might fall. It is not his fault. It is not his fault. It is not a tad of fault of his. Thanks for the journey and sorry for whatever happened in between. Good bye !

Power of Limits

Limiting your wants is one of the most interesting events in one's life.

A next guaranteed meal of your choice is all you need to be happy.

All screaming, other than this is a

self hoax


I don't know we can't understand this simple fact. 

All you need is a next guaranteed meal,

that's it! that's it! that's it!

Demanding, Demeaning and Finally Depressing

Relationships more or less become demanding at the end of the day. You cannot do anything about it. It is the norm. The demanding rapport starts demeaning and finally lead to depression. The best thing is to ignore those moments of intimacy, which carry the seeds of sorrow as every moment of false joy lived is dying the very next.

The Science of the Morals

Morals cannot fall in the category of emotions. Morals have a regulatory role. Morals lead life in its entirety. Life is a series of events. Any one event can lead to a gamut of events. Therefore, one needs to be careful when two events conflict. This is where things can go abruptly wrong without any message. This is something, which needs to be taken into consideration keenly. 

Orientation, Attitude, and Perspective

Every moment is beating. Every moment is complete in itself. Every moment is defined. Defined by the Mother Nature. Life's moving with tip of a needle speed. We are weavers. Weavers of mysterious fabric called time. We look back. We look forward. We are revivalists. We are progressive. We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. Just this moment is happening. Influenced by thousands of years perhaps. It may influence years to come as well. This is something, which is interesting. Very interesting perhaps. Religion is one of the greatest hurdles in respecting this moment. This very moment. Religion is an opium for the masses. Yet you claim to be attain enlightenment. You claim to be not what you are but what you can be. Can be? Just see what you are. Is there peace and harmony in you? Just sit and find. Just sit first. Don't say anything. Anything!

Not real but

The reality pains. It is distorted by the mind. It is there but we are subjects of our own interpretations. Fear inhibits us to accept the reality. What is there will remain there for a while. Can't do anything with it! Once again, there was a voice of that previous longing. I heard it again. This is despite the fact that I decided not to get it heard this time. What I gathered? Nothing other than restlessness for a while. In fact, there is nothing out there. It is inside us. The fear is inside us. It is not there outside. This time, I could see my fear and that is interesting. It is interesting to interact with oneself.

At the end of it!

Gone are the days
when there was love
between us

Gone are the days
when you took my hand gently

Gone are the days when
you took my feelings seriously

Gone are the days when 'we' were 'we'

Today, there's a devil inside me
and there's devil inside you

As your mind does not tremble
my hands are free to mistreat you

The love has died
and would never revive.
Now let us become strangers.
Let us realize this truth and become aware of ourselves
at least before we die.

A bad dream

A bad dream is an indicator of lack of assurance somewhere. I gave him. It was my duty to do so. Something changed abruptly without his readiness perhaps. No, I will make him ready than harping on that nightmare. 

Beyond the veil of words!

Beyond , the veil of words, lies the truth. Bit by bit, day by day, moment to moment we argue, to make the other realize our truth, only with the help of words. For the other it remains a lie. A pure lie! Truth remains outside, there in the corner, laughing on these two fighting lies.  

Aggression and Politeness. One coin two sides.

Go for the shell as  you don't have one outside. And there comes the aggression blasting you to the end. Come out of the radius and you get politeness, the other side of the coin. Both are same as the source is same. Distance entrails understanding. Objectivity lies there. Only you need to be there. Contentment is possible when you accept things as they are at least for a while. Change is possible only after thorough understanding of the situation. So, wait for a while and stay tuned to the inside 'you'.
  

Beat the pop ups!

I beat them. They pop up! I again beat them. They again pop up! I will keep them beating till they don't pop up. They are listening. They are not interested in me now. I beat them finally. 

I want to be...What?

Change is the norm since inception. Safety was the purpose. The only purpose. But man lives by habits. So, here we are with over protection. Hoarding, security, more and more is needed to guard. We are not satisfied. Satisfaction lies in encroaching. It lies in lies now. Now, in fact, the question has tacitly been molded into 'what do you want to become'? Perfection has been inflicted upon us. The elusive goal is creeping into us. Every moment! We want more than more. Those who stand for a while become writers, custodians, artistes, famous personalities and get what they want. But then they start wanting more than more. The dialectical dilemma is being unfolded till we perish perhaps. 

Beware of smiling frauds

Reality resides in compulsions, particularly in what hasn't or cannot be said than what is narrated. Language, in most of the cases is a veil of deception. To understand the other, therefore, listen not to what he says but give an ear to the silence he bears. Revelation is always sought than served. Beware of smiling frauds therefore. 

Chosen Response

Responses, most of the times, are not what you mean but are what others want you to mean. Since you care,  your fear perhaps, you response in accordance with their perennial psychological needs, entangled with your innermost desires. We exist in complete isolation, as man is all alone in birth and death, but painfully find our existence in tandem. This contradiction is supreme as it gives birth to all art and literature in almost all the cases. Celebration is catharsis and asserting one's right to live therefore. Freedom then is a figment of imagination, existing in the name of religion. 

Agitation tank of impressions inside me...

Birth of a photo, in the previous times, in black and white era to be precise, wanted an agitation tank where we put a negative in D 63, its developer, to make it appear in grey shades. Agitation took place inside me  today. Happy to make an impression clearer. No, I won't be compelling you to fall in line with my thinking. But you have to follow me as a part of resolution.

Good days ahead !!! 

A deceptive veil...

Emotions deceive more than anything else. A veil is created with amazing colours. A fascinating lie hangs in front of your eyes. It furls and unfurls repeatedly. Wherever you take your eyes, it goes with you. Behind it, lies the people, the holders of it. They don't want you to see them. They don't want to see you either. But they occasionally call you. They want to sing with you. They don't want to dance but. Because there is fear of losing the veil. But they call you often. And they will keep on doing it forever. Let them enjoy. And you also enjoy their deception. 

Questioning the Response !

Why response every time? Why live by habits? Why tell others what you think? Why convince them? Why to want their love? What for? For whom?  Why reaching them? Man is alone. Man is unique. So why this love and hate? Why this flip flop? 90% of the murders are committed by near and dear ones. Chop it off! Chop the fear! As soon as possible! 

Don't mind the stroll, it was worth millions, but come back...

Wanna peep into an alien culture! Do it. May be vultures are of your kind. But what if they are not. It will be a problem. A major problem. Well come back, just come back. This is why I say come back. No, you don't need anyone. Let there be space between you and them. Let the wind blow between you and them. You need to breath. You need to live. Objective analysis cannot take place until you drag yourself out of their radius. Laugh if they do it on you. Smile if they do it on you. Never let your 'You' robbed of yourself. Culture is all about this. Nothing more than that. Nothing less than that even.