Do you?

I sing, I remember
I don't, I still do
I dance, I remember
I don't, I still do
I write, I remember
I don't, I still do
I paint, I remember
I don't, I still do
I walk, I remember
I don't, I still do
I laugh, I remember
I don't, I still do
I talk, I remember
I don't, I still do
I play, I remember
I don't, I still do
I sleep, I remember
I don't, I still do
I look, I remember
I don't, I still do
I think, I remember
I don't, I still do
Do you? even once?

Dreams

Muddling my cold feet into a colder ocean bed
Lying like a string on a sitar and sensing the music that flows out of me
Flying away like flakes of snow under a striking January sun
Oozing out like a rush of champagne on the split of its cork
Dripping out like honey after a labour of love
Lighting up like a flash on a sun struck mirror
Softening like warm butter on being churned up
Falling like a fruit into the hands of a gleeful child
Peeping like a diamond amidst loud crystals
Bending like the yellow in a bright rainbow
Becoming the sound of silence in a conch
Dreams are these of fleeting ecstasy
that are seen
Closed eyes and open hearts
The welcome is due for moments to rule
For dreams come true.

Conservatism

The Indian communities have enthralled, amused and fumed me all equally at one time. Crazy isn't it? Secularism is unconsciously overrated or is it that the conscious intelligent minds willfully overdose the term and silently take the escapism trail?

Soceity sat upon a set of rules to conserve the community but not necessarily to narrow down the space of one's grey matter. What we witness today is precisely an unfavourable outcome of the same.

Conservatism is not about staying indoors chained in fear nor is it about shielding oneself from the commotion born of casteism and religion. It is about nurturing the ability to see things sensibly and acting upon it.

Conservatism is not about canvassing morality and making a big hue and cry of it. It is about maturity and balance that could be inculcated from early years. It is about mixing the right potions for each individual.

It isn't about a dhoti-clad being labelled classy and cultured or frowning at the sight of a little black dress. It is about the aura and presence one exhibits amongst people.

It means humility, approachability and understanding. It means working within one's conscious boundaries to cross them with intellect and concern. Well, yes. I am conservative and I have no issues about it.

The life learner's early lessons

Learn to value yourself if you haven't, as you will appreciate your worth when it isn't seen.

Don't get carried away by words as you may not notice the actions when you fly.

Communicate, because it's a small world and you will have to smile again. Let that be free willed.

Invest yourself in another person, not for returns, but with a trust that you will be cared for.

Attend to those ambiguities. They are far more powerful than your blind faith.

Niceness is like a boomerang. It's not a weapon to strike someone. Hurt and it hurts you back.

Love isn't a deal. If you can sense this much, allow it or just be.

Willingness is often an offspring of intense connection and desire. If sensed, it is an incredible experience.

Humans...super

"People are awesome....." some heart hitting music and a kickingly inspiring three minutes and thirty seconds video (to be solidly precise)  froze me there.
It isn't very seldom that I don't get a sky high feel, the moment my eyes screen through some stupendous brow raising stunts that just barge into my cell phone as forwarded videos. Following jokes even as stress busters don't truly push me to get the clock ticking for some easy lazy moments. I would rather have a hearty laugh with the kids giggling on the streets or just looking at a dog trying to catch his tail.
Passionate performances always kindle me. I guess it does that to all of us. I get compelled to look at the super abilities of these incredible humans. Their grit to be their own mentor to get that potential sky rocket gets me floored enough to get up and get going. They are all similar in the way we think of them as different. Similarity in undeterred will and opulent optimism must have never come easy to them, I suppose.
I guess it's just one slip, to think or not to think that's the LOC for us. The able humans don't think and get super while the others think and worship the superhumans.
Being human is being super. What am I and what are you? This is just the twist of a nerve ending. Let's see what it can do.
Be awestruck. Be awesome.

Moving on from a person you care about isn't like passing over a bag of chips. Well, it is, for those who eat them.

The human body functions beautifully with organs with different purposes yet the mind has issues.

Genuine hearts don't pay much attention to valuing themselves because if they did, most people cannot afford them.

When someone leaves from your life, you miss them so much that you actually forget what missing actually means.

I am fine. I am finer with you. The finest naturally happens.

Most of them misjudge expression of uneasiness for a fight . It is just a way of saying, "hey..I do care. Can you just see it?"

The little bird

I see you at my gate every early morning
Chirping all the while as your fellow folks whistle in glee
You flutter your pretty eyes
And spread your lazy wings to scale the bright skies
I watch you gather your flock
One after the other jumping up to speak their first words of the day.
Then you hop as the svelte dancing bird graces his glory.
Your warming innocence so very welcoming
Puts my heart in place for few magical moments
Else hidden in a raiment of a forlorn pinching loss
Oh little friend! Wrong was I as I thought, frail you were
Wistful and wise are you,
Joy thy name and humility thy ways.
Chirp I shall too, with you someday..

Random words. Real thoughts

The shiniest smiles camouflage the deepest scars.
The simplest words are the hardest to imbibe.
The hardest hit is always from the closest to the heart.
When you are a lot lesser of yourself, you see a lot more of joy.
No matter what happens, this life is still a blessing.
When a heart throws a fake smile, it hurts itself.
Sometimes strong, sometimes weak, the honest heart will still be at place.
Differences- the intelligent separate while the fools celebrate.
You can't be opaque if you want to see things clear.
We grow in gratitude not on grudges.
When a seed is being cast away after the fruit is tasted, it doesn't stop there.
Everything is just a word until it becomes an experience.
Keep walking. Someday, when you stop to look back, you might find some beautiful flowers staring back at you.
Sometimes silence is your own answer for many unanswered questions.

Illusion

The towering vision of the little purple flower,
The humble ant's illusion.
The deep shadow under the bright sun,
The shady tree's illusion.
The glistening portrait on soft waters,
The onlooker's illusion.
Rushing rains like sweats from tired skies,
The clouds illusion.
Swarming smoke from agitated fire,
The dead log's illusion.
Diamond dews on tiny green blades,
The early dawn's illusion.
Mellowing Music from the noble flute,
The wishful wind's illusion.
Too true to seem false or are they reality turned inside out?
Illusions they are, of the limited
Impressions they are, of what is.
Alluring or alarming, expressions they are
Of the way they are.
The way you and I are.
An illusion?