Saturday 28 February 2009

Time ....Titles and Tide.......

I have been into it, i have seen the people around me and i have felt, what i can say but i have seen butterflies around .
sumtimes it really seems that you are just at the edge, about to get pushed over and u let loose yourself .
Still........ i think something holds us,it took me really long to find out but the darkest truth is that it nothin but our own inanimate "INSTINCT"which creates this very natural scare.
What do i say except for accepting it and moving along with it,but i must say this is the most beautiful asset that we prople or concious beings have aquired, i would like to narrate one of the famous quote by OSHO who once said"THE MORE CIVILISED YOU GET,THE MORE CONSTIPATED YOU ARE"...well i think this explains all that is exactly how it works .BIRTH gives us nothing but just an acess to various imperfect experiances.... we take some ,learn some,create some,adapt to some and also give up some...
well i am here not to analyse
i am here not to brood
i am here not to pacify
i am here not to glorify
i am here not to pleed
BUT
i am here just to be a part of this experiance and slowly fade away....

Sunday 12 October 2008

Sittin by chance or for a cause

it is almost universal that everybody who comes to this world has a special purpose to serve on earth and at the very completion of that task he goes away,
but can we convince any one who has nothin to do or who cannot do about this
well this seems very contradicting to me
what i feel is that every thing in this universe wheather animated or unanimated osscilates between two distinct hypothetical ends both of wich are completely opposite to each other
and this is wht explains "LIFE " wich means movment .any thing that move away from an equilibrium is "LIFE"
if u see any thing moving you say it has life in it
I don't know what i am writing , but i know what i want to express by writing this
every one has somethin to say about but no on can yet explain the nature of reality ,self presence or simply " SELF"
who says we dont need boundaries i say we need boundaries,
we need boundaries to grow
just imagine there is a huge reservior of a single substancs now if you think of generating a new substance in that same pool you have to create a feasible condition or atmosphere for the evolution of that substance and thus you need a physical boundary for the sucessful generation of that substance in that pool
i'll should end up by now.. i should slow down.. this is endless and we continously evolve with new ideas there by sheddin old ones but as we grew old we know that we will live with same ideas,same assumptions and usually a common belief about a thing but still we will be different in believing that commom thing similarly
this dosent mean that i am biased about this very feeling as i am not sure for it but dont have any other thig to stop thinkin about it except killin it.....

Saturday 11 October 2008

i talking to me

"I" meets "me "

don't really know how "i" must be feeling for "me" ... yeeh but i must really say that ..
what if someone really want to scream and say,
someone who really want to show ..really want other to feel him but can't do anything,
WHY ? hell even god may be clueless

There may be several instance in our lives that we go through this kind of turmoil...
hey hey...! this is not like those senti..! MENTAL notes(ooooh..! lovy douvy) well hell not...!!

what i mean is the obnoxious feeling that one gets when "it"(i would rather not personify it) is clueless what to say , when "it"have no enough words in it's vocabulary to even stand to ...disastrous...

well what we need is just a start its up to you to complete me to make it a single I (i mean the common experiance and notions)
it all ends with a poem by D.H .Laurence

Brooding Grief

A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me. Why should I start and stand still? I was watching the woman that bore me Stretched in the brindled darkness Of the sick-room, rigid with will To die: and the quick leaf tore me Back to this rainy swill Of leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me.