Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Infinite

She's fiery. She's beautiful. She's the best woman you have ever known. She's warm, she's nurturing... She's your childhood best friend.. She's who you wanted to be and more.

She's the essence of the fire we call pure.. She's the warmth of the sunlight we grew up with. Her smile is the forever we knew ... Her forever is our childhood that was pure.

She's infinite.. She expands in every direction. She smiles our worries away, she laughs our sorrows apart.. Her tears Are our heartaches expressed.. Her beauty is like the spirit of the earth... Pure, natural, older than time and yet so ahead of our future. She is limitless.. She is who we want to be. Her hair ... Long and golden... Are the threads of happy times... Her eyes are the pranks we played in our childhood. Her smile is heavenly... Golden like the sun, and serene like the moonlight. Her passion is our spirits combined into one. She loves like no other.... She hates no one.. Her thoughts are pure like the waters of the Himalayas... Her love.. Her love is the essence of everything that is true.

She is my best friend. I love her & worship her. Her tears are priceless.. Yet I stand helplessly.. As they flow for an unworthy.

I call thee unworthy now... Cuz thou hast no inkling of the treasure you behold. Indeed.. It is a shame upon our times... Such a woman is cast aside.

She is precious like sapphires melting in ice on mountain tops. She is rare.. As a golden rose smiling in the sunlight. Her warm heart... So big and pure.. Calls for love that is as innocent as a baby's smile... Yet as seductive as a cauldron of diamonds. She is truly infinite... Her virtues extend into every direction ahead of time... To understand her, your heart needs to acquaint itself with the gravity of love.

Her love is undefinable, unquestionable... Infallible. To attain such unquestionable love is truly an achievement of the noblest of humans.. The gentlest of hearts.. The most virtuous of warriors.

Embrace her... Love her. Lose yourself in her. And maybe then... You would find yourself worthy of that gentle heart.

Hurt her, let her noble tears drop to the ground.. And you would be in great consequence... For hurting such a noble love is besmirching the very blessings of the enlightened one himself.

Monday, March 9, 2015

My reflection - My self - My alter ego - Myself

You are just like me. We control. We fight. We bulldoze our way into things we feel that’s right. We follow our hearts. Endlessly. To the point where other people tell us that we are crazy, and that we are just hurting ourselves. But that’s just us.

We are crazy. We are wild. We dance to the tune of a single drummer – and that is ourselves. We are bound by our hearts. Our hearts guide us through the boredom of routine. Yet, we clutch on to routine – cuz it’s the only thing that keeps is sane. We realize – we are borderlines. We have no limits. We realize that we are bound – and we try and break free. We are restlessly, endlessly, struggling – to make ourselves visible among a bunch of peas in a pod.

We try and confirm. We try to convince everyone that we are trying. We try to smile at people who we don’t really care about – in the hope that we may be proved wrong by all those wise people in society. We fear that our loved ones will die in the knowledge that they couldn't do by us. We want them to be happy – but we also realize that we cannot lie to ourselves. And in this anguish, we end up hurting ourselves.  

Other people try being us. They copy our attitudes, our hairstyles, our tattoos, our speech, our wild selves. They make a poor show – they end up being self conceited assholes, who true to their own nature, cannot care two hoots about another human. But the one thing they just cannot copy – is us. We are unpredictable. We are insane. We have no limits. We don’t care about what other people think. We respond to just a single judge – the sound of our own conscience. We are just… us.

We follow a different star. We have our own standards – and no matter how illogical we sound, or how logical they do – we realize its crap. Our standards are far above the average. We don’t do good deeds to make ourselves (or people at the temple) happy. We don’t try to score brownie points through good deeds. In fact – we try being our darker selves. We use our darker selves as a camouflage.

People are afraid of us. They are afraid of our righteous voices. They can’t control us – because we don’t really care about what people think. We know that we are right, and we plough on. That’s just us.

But what is it between us? Why can’t we see each other? Why do I hurt you so much…. Why do I roller-blade your feelings? And why do you use every single opportunity to hurt me with your indifference? Why do you pull yourself away? Why cant you understand that I was sent here because I am just like you? Why don’t you realize that we were meant to be?

Why are we ignoring each other? Both of us together could be formidable – we could rule the world. We could – because we are both exactly alike – just the way god intended us to be. But why are we so scared?  

Who are we? If god intended us to be, why are we holding back?

It is fear that is holding us back. The past has not done anything to help us – instead, it holds us back.
But I have faith --- the one thing the past hasn't conquered.


I don’t know if you have kept yours. But I will pray for you, and for myself…. And for all that I think we withhold.