Thursday, September 3, 2009

Time

"Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction. I can tell you they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm." - Prince of Persia: Sands of Time

How time has passed by. We never stop to realize it. Until something happens which changes the graph of your pace of life downwards and it seems like your in a whirlpool of your own stream of life and everything is at a standstill or in slow motion around you.

Its like you went back into time and see yourself and everybody who were with you at a certain point of time back to how you and they were before. Thoughts go at the speed of light in your head, some things you wish were different, some things you feel you would still like to have and some things you feel like forgetting. Something as trivial as the way you used to dress feels stupid to you. People you used to love seeing you as you were. Our mind objects that we could have done something different to take their attention or that things shouldn't have gone the way they are now.

But in the end, it doesn't matter. You were what you were, you are what you are. What you had done or been back then is the reason you are here now as you are.

Its said correctly that time doesn't wait for anybody. It just passes by. Its the nature of time, it's essence. And we are foolish if we think otherwise. And we have all been foolish at one or the other time. Its Human. Like the way I'm feeling now.

Sentiments, feelings, wishes, yearnings, all different words of the same nature.


Thursday, April 30, 2009

Fires

Fires run through my body --
the pain of loving you.
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.
Consumed by fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me.
I am thinking of your love for me.
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I'm told you will go from here.
I am told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I've said, my love.
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.

-anonymous Kwakiutl Indian poem

Heard this in a video suggested by a friend in which Helen Fisher talks about her scientific ideas on love based on brain reactions. - Harshad

What About..?

What about the person you Love?
What about the person who loves you?
Can they be same? Is a question stuck in whirlpool?

What about word compromise?
And what about word sacrifice?
Do they have same meaning? It’s always hard to decide.

What about what we do for others?
And What about what we get from them?
Well this see-saw balance is never neutral in Life game.

What about you ? 
And What about me ?
The only common thing is we both can read .

Thursday, January 8, 2009

When is the End...

When is the end for times I Spend…
Evenings in pain and mornings so vain..

When is the end for sitting alone in nights
Listening songs and crying inside ..

When is the end ,I ask myself now
Changing my nature and trying to fight it somehow..

When is the end , where I try to express myself
Have a conversation and then not think that all are deaf..

When is the end , where iam living at this pace
Running alone and all alone in this race..

When is the end, to be like this and
How can I change to be merry again..
Iam trying to get answers..and having no luck..
And still with all this I know ..I cant give up..