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