When Silence Speaks...

Started my day with fire in my heart, ending with some meditation. I was very angry this morning. Like very very angry. People who know me might say, yeah what's so special about that, you are mad pretty much always. But no, not that kind of mad. The real anger and frustration, the real disappointment. I am weird, the biggest problem or disaster in life can hardly budge me. I don't panic, I don't get flustered, I handle it just fine.  But there are these little, really petty and not so important incidents that pushes my buttons. I thought I had changed, but I have realized it's more than that. There's this weird sense of right and wrong in my head. And that tied with my passion in everything I do, world just never ceases to impact me. So like always, feedback was, I need to meditate. But does meditation make one immune to the surrounding? If there's something wrong, and if it doesn't make your heart wrench, then I don't think we are alive. The day I cann

I heard a small crack. Something had snapped. I felt a piercing pain. I fell. Picked up by the mild breeze, I flew. Detached from the tree that I had known all my life, I floated. It happened so fast that I dint know how to feel. I felt anxious for being out there in the unknown alone. But I also felt free and exhilarated to see the world beyond my imagination. Was this end of my life? Or a beginning of something I never knew existed? Is this what heaven feels like?  I had glistened with dew in the cold mornings, rustled in mild summer evenings and drenched in the stormy nights, all my life. I had clinged to my branch, and the tree had held me tight. I was happy. But if that was happiness, then what was this feeling? I flew past the waterfall, the mild rumbling of which I had heard all my life, not knowing where it was coming from. The woods, the trees, those flowers, the azure sky, the river.....in just these few seconds I have seen so much. I loved it. I land on a wooden bench, someo

वक़्त से पूछा मैंने,  "इतनी जल्दी में कहाँ निकले?" वक़्त पलट कर बोला "ज़िन्दगी ने इशारा किया है, बस उसी से कदम मिलाने भागे जा रहा हूँ |" तो मैंने सोचा, चलो ज़िन्दगी से ही पूछ लेते है, कि आखिर किस बात की इतनी जल्दी मची है |  ज़िन्दगी चलते हुए बोली "भई, मुझे ना कोई जल्दी|  सब किस्मत का खेल है,  उसी के कहने पे तो इशारा किया है मैंने" जब किस्मत से जाकर पुछा  कि आखिर माज़रा क्या है, वो आराम से मुस्कुराते हुए बोली, "कहाँ जल्दी करी मैंने,  वक़्त तो खूब सारा था तुम्हारे पास |  बस ज़िन्दगी ने कभी एहसास नहीं होने दिया तुम्हे , कि वक़्त निकलता जा रहा है हाथ से तुम्हारे । इसलिए जब भी तुमने पलकें उठाके देखा, वक़्त और ज़िन्दगी को भागते हुए पाया |   और तुम शिकायत करते रहे दुनिया से   कि ये सब मेरा ही दोष है!  चलो, एक इलज़ाम और सही |    आखिर सब मेरा ही तो खेल है, क्यूँ ? है ना?" ये केहकर वो लेहराते हुए चल दी |  - सरिता 

I walk the dark alley, Alone. When I hear a wild laughter. I look over my shoulder. I pull out my weapon. But I find no one. Where was it hiding? I walk a few more steps. And hear the hideous laughter. Again. I look around and see no one. Again. I keep walking anxiously. But wait, That laughter walks with me. Wait, That's the demon inside my head. How do I fight me? How do I kill that's mine? Oh these demons. What will the world say? Of my hidden demons? This world is not for them. They should stay hidden. This world is not for me. We need to leave. To a parallel universe maybe, Where I can fight'em. Where I will be free of'em. It's not these demons, That killed me. It's the way of your world, That failed me. That made me fight a battle, Alone. A battle, Without any armour or weapons. With no soldiers or comrades. Against darkest of the enemies, I stood there,  Alone. Defenseless. No doubt the demons won.  For you were not with me. And I lay slayed, Alone.

How does living become so difficult and death so easy?  Is our so called society incapable of an emotional support system to save a single life?  I can understand, at times given the situation, it's hard for a lot of people to handle things alone. It's for these times specifically that we surround ourselves with friends and families. I find it hard to believe that a person doesn't have a single confidant in his life, if not hundreds, to support him or her during these times. Is our society truly that shallow? The concept of shrinks is next level, to get professional help. But the first step always starts with someone close to you. Are we truly so insensitive, that we have become unapproachable, and we don't even know it? I think it's time you asked your friends, family or people whom you regard close to you, that do they trust you enough, to share something deep and dark that might mess their life? And it's okay if you are not their go to person, as long as they

Alaska has many reasons to be my favorite, the ultimate wilderness. But here's a pic from Alaska that reminds me of Supertramp. Remember his big game?  Into the wild.  I had read the book a while back, but watched the movie last week on Netflix, kind of got me thinking all over again. It's beautiful yet melancholy  version of how he stripped himself away from the clutches of the society. The way he went from McCandless to Supertramp and during his last days with a quote of "call by it's true name" he goes from Supertramp back to McCandless, is quite an emotional journey. It's one thing to destroy your world and breakaway, but another when you want to return back into that shattered destroyed world.  Not trying to justify the actions of his family, that moulded Chris into Alexander; but they had a painful and emotional journey too. The worst thing that can happen to anyone is not knowing what happened to their loved ones - are they Alive? Dead? Injured? Happy?.

I can see him walking through the gate, carrying a smile like he cares for nothing in this world. Those brown eyes that can see through anyone’s soul. The light breeze playing with his silky hair leaving a few strands hanging on his forehead. His tall structure gliding flawlessly towards me. The evening is perfect, with right amount of golden rays brightening his face. The scarlet sky giving perfect backdrop. Everything seemed right, just right for the first time in my life. I can hear everything around me go silent while only my heart beats echoed in my ears.  When they talk about racing heart, they are not making it up. I could feel the lightness in me, like I was floating with butterflies in my stomach. All these fancy stuffs people talk about in novels and movies, they all seemed real.  That time of uncertainty where only you know you are in love and can feel or hope that the other person is also in love with you; but neither of you have confessed your feelings to one

“Was it worth it?” she asked taking her headphones off, as she saw him flip the newspaper page.  “Hmm. Depends on what price tag you put on it.” he said straightening his reading glasses  without looking up . "Well, you know what I mean." she said slightly irritated. "It's all perspective pumpkin, it's all perspective.” He said continuing to read the economics section of the paper. “Meaning?” she asked still keeping her gaze fixed at him. He took a deep breath looking at her and said "Never look at these things in pieces sweetheart. Take ten steps back and look at the broader picture - a little bit of past, the whole of present and a lot of future. Then you will truly be able to say if you paid for something or if you invested in something." winking at her he continued in a taunting tone "You know what I mean" "Hmm. You won't give away that easily right." She said shaking her head and said "Anyway,