Of comparisions

When we say that there is stark darkness, we tend to compare it with an earlier phase in which there was brightness all around. What if we had never known the brightness?
Those instances in our life where we are not satisfied with something or embarrased and depressed because of something or someone, are usually because we compare those 'somethings' and 'someones' with either our past, our fantasies or just the 'ideals'.What if we never compared them or had no past, no fantasies, no 'ideals'?? Our mindsets in the same situation would change. Totally.

Reality isn't always bitter. What we think of reality is merely our perception. Imagine, if you never dreamt, let go of the past, and lived your reality, you would never have anything to compare it with and you'd start being content with it.

In most cases, when we find reality harsh, it is beacuse we compare it to our fantasies, our dreams. If we just stopped this comparision, took in every other moment as the new and fresh first moment of our lives, don't you think life would be much more simpler, much more beautiful? Much more spontaneous?

It goes in line with the theories of physics. Like, 'velocity of the body with respect to the earth'...relative velocity.



Let's forget the relations for a moment.

That huge speck of brightness

Here is my postion
I lounge over on the window sill
a cup of warm tea in my hands
late afternoon, in the warm breeze.

The white strands of hair blowing in the wind
is what appears from the top of my tea cup
the dark-yellow speck on the brown surface
a reflection of the late evening sun, down with a slurp.

The white-as-snow newspapers tun all yellow and orange
No, I haven't spilled any thing on them!!
It's that mischievous red show-off
Preparing for a nice nap with his flames.

There returns old and weary mamma chirp,
bringing in all that she could for her kin
It seems they respect that red snob quite much,
for they do all their daily chores with him.

But he's retreating now, retreating to his home,
what would we possibly do without him anymore?
Though its true I was quite irritated by his blinding rays
But he was the one who brought us light during dark days.

But he usually lends some of his light to common friends
so that even in darkness, we shall not bend.
Oh no, he isn't going away forever
He wouldn't leave us; never.

Exploring the subconscious mind

Often such a situation arrives where we just feel like doing something, not caring about the consequences. That might be what they call "listening to thy hearts". Currently, I am going through the same kind of situation, where I feel like typing but what to type is a question mark.

Sometimes, things like these turn interesting. They give us feedbacks, results about our subconscious minds. True. We can try exploring our minds by just pouring out anything and everything that comes to us in numerous ways- in a written format, or just by saying it all aloud. But the difference would be that whatever we express in this manner would not be thought about and then expressed, it would be first expressed and then thought about. So, is it worth a try? Act before you think, lets give it a shot.

The God-like feeling

It was a beautiful sunny day with the winter cold winds blowing. The little leaf-buds and full-grown leaves on the gold-sprinkled trees were swaying in the breeze, enjoying it's cool touch. The little sparrows were chirping and the crows were crowing. Though they might not be humming a tune, they were still sounding musical.

I was sitting on the porch of my balcony in the late-afternoon sun. I saw the birds all gathered on the custard-apple tree opposite my balcony. Then suddenly, an idea struck me. I took the tin containing the bird-food and started sprinkling it down the balcony. Slowly, the birds started fluttering down to the grains and pecking them. It felt so amazing to be able to fill atleast 25-50 stomachs with a single hand. It was somewhat similar to the rain pouring down to please thousands of beings.


I felt like a provider, a giver, a God.

A Plain White Building

I am a plain white building

not a skyscraper high

a little splash, a little dust

can make me dyed.

You can paint me in various colours

yellow, red and blue

hide the white below the layers

but what you see would only be grey hues.

I am a plain white building

wih all windows boarded and broken

there is no exit, there is no enterance;

Unnamed, an anonymous token.

Not a skyscraper high

I can't even see through the fog

There are imprints of clouds and lightening

But no clear blue sky at all.

A little splash, a little dust

can cause my whiteness a stain

Imagine the world of stains I would see

While you enjoy the heavy rains.

I am a plain white building,

And I keep repeating

Among the cloudy greys and bright rays

A decolourized four-walled being.