Minds Eye Of Life

Tear apart the chains around you, It’s all in your mind, it’s just an illusion. You created them and so you got to destroy them all. Try to rip apart your own heart, Look deep within at the pumping heart, The blood never lies, it’s all there, It’s the truth; you are enchained in your own limits. Freedom is what you craved for all your life, Seldom did you realise no one snatched it from you. It was always within you, it’s you who set the limits And now you saying you can’t fly! Stop passing the ball of blame, Laugh at your own mistakes. Owe it, you made mistakes, And now it’s time to move on Joe! We all get all that we desire, So think twice before you pray. No one is going to change anything for you, It’s just you who got to make the choices.

I was sitting in the balcony of my house yesterday night. Was talking to a friend of mine and I just happened to look at the sky. The moon was looking beautiful not that it isn’t beautiful on other days. But it was definitely different. The crescent shaped moon looked mesmerising. And I told myself it’s time to start writing again. And here I am after a long gap, fingers running across the keypad, thoughts taking shape of strings of words. I too hate myself for not being able to write on regularly. So many thoughts stay entrapped in my mind, eager to be shared the world. But for some reason I fail to push myself to express them all in words on a regular basis. So this I guess is another attempt of mine to push myself out of the limits I have put against me. Or rather to be more honest I have plainly been lazy. So guess it’s time to kill the laziness in me. “The State Of Trance In Illness” – that’s what I was thinking about a few days back. Guess my more than frequent ill spent days in ...

I sat by the blue sea gazing at the sky is what I could have written. But the sea yesterday night didn’t seem to be blue. In the shadow of darkness it still looked beautiful nevertheless. The sparkling face of moon in the sky reflected on the face of the sea. How many lives’s we live and how many we recall. If you think of it seems like we live many life’s in one life time and yet we say we just got just one life to live. Everyone wants it to be perfect like a square box. But life is when you live it outside the box. People say they love you for what you are yet what they want is you to be more like what they want. Sometimes things don’t add up. It’s not about being a hypocrite, which we all are at times in a way. It’s about perspectives and perceptions. For someone in the sea what lies on the shore is adorable and for the one at shore being out there in the sea is beautiful. What about freedom and acceptance? Freedom from the hackneyed life that everyone leads and acceptance of one th...

Happiness, the Child within us! I sure know except a few no one really reads what I write in my blog. But that sure doesn’t bother me. Very few amongst the people I know actually know about this. If others were to read, the only good thing would be people either critically agree or disagree with what I say. It feels good to be writing again for sure. It has been a long time since I last wrote anything. It’s just that we all go through different phases of life. As the clichéd statement goes.... " We all have ups and downs in life." So guess it was one of those down phases. Few thoughts came to my mind, when I was travelling by bus today. I was standing amongst the many common men and women of Mumbai in the bus. I questioned myself who amongst all the people are the happiest lot. I felt it was the children. As they say innocence is bliss, its very much true in their case. They are not too bothered about the big and the small, they don’t ponder about good and the bad, profit an...

Back again and the journey continues! Well I sure was alive all these days, but never felt like writing anything, not until today. But then finally the fingers began tapping the keypad of my laptop and thoughts starting taking shape of words. I seem to be returning back to where it all began. The long overdue break from Mumbai finally arrived. The break did give me ample of time to reconnect with the person within me, my alter ego. And it sure looks like I am finally slowly getting back to being myself. I always loved being in the moment. The happy go lucky boy! Guess it suits me best. I have always believed whatever happens, happens for the best. No good no bad... life’s too short to be sad! Life’s always has been an amazing canvas..... Colours got spilt on it with every new phase in life and the picture took birth! And that’s life! Sure I am determined as ever to explore new avenues in life. Its not that, I am going to stop and go on a sabb...

Whenever things go astray in life we all do play the blame game. I am no exception I used to pass the buck too. Until one day the buck stopped with me! I believe if I’m sad today it has to do something with what I have done. After all “we are all creators of our own destiny!” a clichéd statement, but its often true. Now why did I sit down to write what I’m writing right now, well there is a reason. For the past week or so I have been feeling quiet awkward from within. Unable to find a way out, I saw myself suffering from within. We all sometimes fail to understand each other in the true sense. We all tend to make our own conclusion without probably knowing the whole truth. What’s important is to try to look beyond what you see. For life is not what you see, Life is actually much beyond it! I hope find my way back to being what I always loved to be. I hope to rediscover the real me. I hope to see myself smiling again genuinely! I know all this sounds so serious and complex! But I hope t...

Unable to express the pain I feel, I suffer in silence day and night. It all seems to be getting murkier Life looks like a purposelessly flying kite. Never wanted to revisit these tunnels of darkness, But life seemed to have had other plans. The ghost of misery comes back to haunt me Everything around seems to have changed. Stranded alone at the core of isolated land, I search desperately for the sight of green grass. Uncertain how far am I going to walk, It not far before I shatter like a broken glass.