Minds Eye Of Life

Can there be blue stars? Can there be a red moon? Can there be a white sun? Can there be a green sky? You may call them false dreams, You may call me stupid, They sure are figment of intuitive mind, Yet I would like to imagine the unreal. What you see may not be real, It’s real to you because they said so. What you hear may not be real, It’s real to you because they said so. Open up your mind’s eye, Open up to the unseen, Craziness is just imagination uncontrolled, But I would still be called stupid, It doesn’t matter anymore, For I feel being crazy is better than being unreal. Cheers and Peace ~ Vijay Shenoy A.K.A #GabbyVJ

Miles away in a distant land, A heart beats for a soul across seven seas. Their destinies are entwined mysteriously, But they shall never meet. The two souls don’t crave to be in each other’s arms, All that they share is a mystic bond. They never met ever before, Nor do they know if they will ever meet. She looks up at the sky and whispers words of love to the clouds, She hopes that they will travel to the other side of the world. He stands tall on the misty mountains, He tries to reach out to the messengers, the invisible clouds. This mystifying relation is pure and unadulterated, A relation incomprehensible to mortal fellow souls, They shall forever be anonymous lovers, Their love residing in forever sealed in each other’s spirit.   -        VJ Says ~ Cheers and Peace

Photo Credit:  https://www.facebook.com/vinay.cygnus I t’s one of those cold nights when you sit in silence. Sit there on a rocking chair, with a glass of wine by the fire. Sit there, starring at the Orange-Red-Yellow flame in silence. You sit alone with no intent to do anything, but just to enjoy that moment.  Imagination is a wild power; a well controlled one can be wondrous. Sometimes it helps to be in the shadow of imagination. Letting you explore thoughts which others may term impractical.  Back to the rocking chair and the warm fire. May be a gathering of like minded around the fireplace would make it even more interesting. Thoughts being exchanged or may be travelling together down the memory lane.  It’s in moments like these that you miss your friends. Few of those people who mean so much to you. The bond is not that of blood but those of trust and kindness. The ones who always called a spade a spade and you never minded their bluntness.  M...

A flock of birds woke me up today, They said to me – “Look at the clear blue sky, Enjoy the light drizzle with soothing breeze, Young man don’t miss it, It’s a beautiful Sunday.” I stood by the window, With a cup of coffee in my hand, My mind travelled miles away, And I found myself sitting alone on the beach sand. It was dawn and sun was gently on the rise, The first rays of sun on the Sunday morning, Slowly transformed the canvas called sky,  Into a kaleidoscope of innumerable colours. I took a deep breath, Trying to inhale the fragrance of the morning, Nothing in life smelled so sweet before. Before I could realise, My mind seemed intoxicated, Intoxicated by the beauty of life, A sense of happiness engulfed my mind, The silly smile on my face said it all. Life indeed is beautiful, Never miss silly moments of joy, It is all about making best of what you get, That makes life worthwhile.