I am just 'YOU' away from 'GLORY'
Between neurons & narratives,
I was born
dreamt,
and died...
Often, in life,
God doesn’t show up,
but we show up for God.
I fly, for I know that I am the flight itself, when I’m my best,
And I am careful, for I know that I am the evil I see, when I think I’m the best.
And I am careful, for I know that I am the evil I see, when I think I’m the best.
Be aware. You’re already much more than what you could ever want to become. Be aware.
anything worth pursuing
is worth failing at,z
and fail we do as we pursue,
Love is the cause
and it survives...❤️
Imagination is value, possibly,
but value surely is imagination.
An actor wanting to act,
thinking more or just about money and success, is like that someone,
who wanted to be a cop
because he liked guns and power
Often the difference between what is miserable and that, which is spectacular, lies is the leap of our faith...
I got up this morning and looked at myself through your eyes, and then looked back at you, with everything I understood I was.
I might be a noun in your life, just a verb in mine.
When I count, it doesn't count.
The way I generally do anything, is the way I shall ever end up doing, almost, everything.
I am the worm, I am the God and then I’m also My everything in between.I am the worm, I am the God and then I’m also My everything in between.
Our eyes blinked in mutual agreement, much before our fervent attempts to negotiate the inevitable with our ever insufficient, desperate words.
A rookie makes a lot of mistakes and similar. A genius makes a lot of mistakes but not quite similar. That’s it
All time is affecting all time all the time.
इस क़दर और इतने तरीक़े से प्यार हो, कि कभी-कभी, ख़ुद के प्यार करने के तरीक़ो से भी प्यार हो जाये। ❤️
Dwelling in the world of ‘meanings’ and navigating ‘feelings’ & ‘actions’ in/through that, is unnatural and a soulless exercise.
Instead let’s ‘act’ with ‘feelings’ and ‘feel’ with ‘actions’, for they are necessary and symbiotic. Let the ‘meanings’ be emergent. That could very well be the ‘purpose’, the ‘method’ and the ‘life’ itself.
The Only thing that will survive of us is Love.
The marker of all kinds of Successes must be on comprehension and on the One’s ability to Love!
I took few of my ‘maybe’s,
wrapped it up in reckless dreams,
tossed it up with some spare passion,
and the earth gently shook!🌍
Between what was possible and now what is so probable, is where exactly we met the first time❤️
Reality is, exactly, what you think it is :)
I die with my every exhale,
only to be born wanting to live your smile,
just one last time,
every time...
The Enormity of the universe & the Ongoingness of time,condensed in just two coordinates; (HERE, NOW)
Innocent are the eyes that ‘See’,
Fascination is the ‘Method’
and
the Spectacular, the Purpose and the Gratitude
are/is ‘emergent’.
Fascination is the ‘Method’
and
the Spectacular, the Purpose and the Gratitude
are/is ‘emergent’.
I might seem to be in control love, but I am not.
Let’s just say that I just don’t want to fly, without you.
Or let’s just say that I need you, for I am just ‘you’ way from my ‘glory’.
blurred past condensed in a teardrop,
unending desires
carving an arc of smile,
& a fleetingly beautiful Life,
negotiating between the two...
A sequence of shared numbers,
like a familiar password of my newly lost phone.
A few carefully measured words,
friendly, cautious and consoling words,
hopefully from the ones
who we want to remember,
and then certainly,
from the ones
who shall have to remember...
This is perhaps all we get
out of our long, brisk lives.
A life lived, loved and
that which was promised not to be forgotten.
The cold and beautiful scribble, condenses conveniently on the top & then carefully sits on the wall forever,
hinting at a life that was lived with so much fervour and hope. While the young exuberance of some new life, blur them wet and green, the deafening silence of life that was, lingers without further desire and interruptions, and, finally...we get to rest in peace. 🙏🎶
A PARADOX
And now when I think of it,
perhaps,
I just may be right about it, after all..,
i was always slightly older than
what I always wanted to be,
and just a tad younger
than,
what I thought
I always were...
The man I want to be
looks back at me,
with the same fascination,
and with a similar smile,
a tad long probably,
free from the burden of hope...
a POEM ‘i’ wrote for ‘u’...
Love is where ‘you’ & ‘I’ are not and yet we would fight our losses together,
to survive a bit more
so as to love some more.
we shall ask the heaven to lend some breaths more,
so that I get to love you
the very last time
just a bit more.
Where are we now ?
You & I ?
there is just enough need
to love some more
one last time
Just a bit more...
She leads the way.
She could be the need,
possibly,
the need for all my meanings,
who gently leads the way
to where I wanna be,
and to the place where I belong.
I stretch my hands
far and wide,
enough to embrace the mighty,
and then she smiles & then she twirls
and then ease in my arms & then,
fills in the curve
with accuracy of God.
The evaporated past
left a loving smell,
the present beams with eternity
while the beautiful future
shall wait with generous patience
to allow me my time with her... she leads the way...
The more my thought
tiptoes away from you,
the more I feel your presence
brushing my hair
pressing my skin
a tap on my shoulder
like the dew drop on my finger
that encloses the sun
the sudden wind
blowing on my face
the cautious grip
that makes me skip a heartbeat
the necessary & yet understated
pause . . .
between my breaths
and
suddenly
and
certainly
the sufficient cause
just enough
for that emergent arc on my lips )
that arc that I ah-so-always long for,
always
always
long for...🎶 ♾
Floyd’s endless river
Steve’s tender surrender
Or
like George’s careless whisper,
in a hushed tone
assured..,
as if,
like a gentle reminder,
to return home, our home..
The best wars ever fought were definitely the ones that were intentionally averted.
