unCOVER!

They say, "He talks too much".
He says, "They think too much".
They say, "He should mind his talk".
He says, "They should mind their thoughts".
They say, "He talks wrong".
He says, "They think wrong".
They say, "He never did anything wrong, but he will someday".
He says, "They will sure do everything wrong as they always think wrong".

You are not what you reveal or show... rather you are what you hide.

uNawaRe !

Passing through narrow lanes of the city, talking to himself, thinking about his existence. He is talking to someone inside him, someone with whom he has been fighting since he was a kid.

Nobody knows he exists for real, his existence doesn't claims any meaning to his world… He is unaware of what will he become as and when he reveals himself to his the world, the world of bitterness. Something is stopping him, unknown of what it is; he puts up a brave face before he moves on.

Fear to face his existence in peoples’ thoughts is keeping him away from the world of humans.

“Who am I?” is the question which he has asked himself many a thousand times before, like he did tonight… Night of silence, silence; which is revealing the hollowness inside him for years… He is exploring the whole new meaning of silence…

What purpose will knowing about himself serve to him? Why is he even asking himself the most basic questions which should have been answered as quickly and simply as possible? Was it that easy? Or this world made it seem simple and easy by hiding themselves outside from themselves? Was he trying to reveal himself to himself rather than revealing to the world which did not even know about his very existence?

So he walks more on the lands where no human ever walked upon… He is feeling the pain, pain of knowing himself, as and when he asked “Who was he?” and other questions which haunted him at night for years… Questions which kept him awake. Was he really awake for the answers or was there something troubling him? He wasn’t sure and isn't sure… Was it the PAST? Or PRESENT? Or FUTURE? There stood three phases of his unknown life… They seemed more mysterious as and when he tried to reveal more about himself...

Across the turn watching around in distress he sees some old face… Face which is watching straight through him from the darkness of past… He remembers seeing that face many times before… He is sensing a pleasure of completeness watching that face… Face which is lifting him high, just as some drug when injected straight into veins… This pleasure isn’t what he is searching for… Can life be taken as it comes?

He is enjoying the moment… Enjoying watching that face which he dreamt thousand times in past… Is he disguising himself and stripping off the power and zest to find the truth? The truth which he desired to find his whole life… Can he suppress his desires and choose the pleasure of watching the face? Unknown fear grips him, which is trying hard to over come his desires...

It’s the fear of truth which takes us away from it…

. sLidinG AwaY .

Love has changed me again and again... My acceptance for love along with my beliefs have been disregarded many time and not for once...

I believe in the most amazing feeling known to MANKIND, the feeling to LOVE and being LOVED... And these invisible scars on my shattered soul remind me of my commitment towards LOVE... Commitment which defy me and my control over emotions... Emotions which were caged deep beneath the dead skin of mine...

I still dream of you... You beings the reason for me to sleep... Sleeping though the nights of my darkened world... World which was once lightened by a glow of your presence... In my lonesome dreams you are the ray of hope, courage to my shattered heart...

Image of my soul is without refection, cultivated to feel your touch, warmth and breath on my sacred soul... I have been waiting for ages, as my every breath is heavier, my days are longer and my nights are restless, knowing you will never be with me...

I relieve you my dear, you will no longer feel the pain or sorrow for discarding me forever...
I will always be the same, the one who has always LOVED you, forever without any greed or selfishness...

Ring Of Pain!!!

Wind blowing through his fingers as he tries to touch the rock. He wants to feel, feelings are what he has suppressed for long. Feeling are what he denied to penetrate his scared soul. It is cold, dark with some light. He searches for the source of light but he fails. Nodding his head, he moves his hand more towards the rock. Commands his hand to stop, from grabbing the mass of dust just few inches away. Carrying a mild smile on his face, he raises his head towards the sky. Moon is glowing at it's full strength. When was last time he had adored the beauty of night, the beauty of extra-terrestrial body which never claimed an interference in his life or just raised his head towards sky to acknowledge the power of someone? He just said "long time".

He now carries the rock and examines. Just fits into his palm, the rock is of desired size. Asks himself a question "what am I doing?" to which there isn't any answer. He never had any answers. Smiles at himself. Stands up, feels slight pain in his back. Reminds himself of last night, the night he spent of chair without any sleep, just like many of such nights from past. "Reasons are hard to find these days, it's a mystery which isn't to be solves" is what his mind replies as a clarification for last night.

Watching the surrounding, his eyes stop their search for nothing. Lake is as still as a rocks lying around and land he is standing on, he can still feel the mildness of wind on his face. He knows how much he likes to come here late at night, alone, to get some answers. Answers to some unknown questions, which have haunted him at night for years. It's been long since he has visited this place, but defies to answer his own query for a simple "why?".

"Today lets do it" are the words he utters to himself. "I want to feel" he replies to his mind. Mind which isn't just ready to take. Take something which is right across a moment. Mind wants to play with him, for which he laughs. He never could calculate rightly and won't do it today too. He is a heart follower and never listened to his mind when it is about himself.

Raising his hand carrying the rock, taking a deep breath, "ready" comes the word unknowingly. Slams the rock against a ring finger of other hand which is placed on a flat surface beside lake. A loud moan erupts, penetrating the silent night. He opens his eyes to watch and examine the damage. "Finger is still joined to my body" is what he says to himself looking at the shattered piece of flesh dipped in blood of his own. Laughs out loud at his psyche. He knows the pain will last for a week at least and he is happy for the pain which will remind him of someone, someone from his past, someone he had felt for, someone he stills desires feeling for. "I won't wear a wedding ring ever... hahaha" is what he utters to himself nodding his head, looking up towards the sky he feels the pain.
Pain.. which he knows won't leave him in happiness and misery.



Just a weird story--

shots !

my attempt to shoot something natural and blissful...

grEEn bliSS !!!

pArAllEl soLitArY !!!

rOmanCinG sUn & eaRtH !!!



caLm moRninG !!!

Process !

dignified goals/aims --- everyone's needs are isolated... they revolve around themselves... but they fail to understand that 'failures are part of an on-going process of success'... many deny to accept this bitter trust... which is an integral part of a process involving the eradication of straggle for existence... they mercifully demand to change the path to themselves in darkened nights won't evolve the endangered needs of existence... they need to be looked upon in the angle which many neglect... the angle far from self-delusional, self-exaggerated, comfort of denial, self-deceptive... the angle of truth and the angle which can provide the power to accept the truth...

Process --- Process is the only eternally entrapped part of human satisfaction...dreaming/hoping/aiming of achievement/success is an integral part which isn't to be hogged upon frequently...
Many mystically erode the required concentration towards the path and the journey... in their ignorant move they knowingly or unknowingly trip themselves into darkness... then the path which they choose is known along with the destination, but without any directions to read... they only travel their journey towards success... the whole process is darkened due to simple and negligible mistakes... when they reach, their anguish knows no boundaries... the result they ever dreamt of won't reveal and their travel ends in a misery to live with...
Process is the most important part which needs devotional concentration... the every step is a learning experience...

The process one has chosen to eliminate the straggle will/should lead him/her to desired destination only if he/she conquests the entrapped greed for success...


will add more to this post someday...

Mystical past/present/future…

Unrefined wildly hogged upon fancy dreams of past are strangling the feet of present to let the remains be eaten up by shadows…

The path which one followed will hunt him/her till eternity… is it natural, or the truth which we as human beings believe and relieve on to… if its treated as a mystery then what is the path which will lead to solution/s…

There are many questions which can’t have an absolute solution but then again who want to be a NOBODY in this imperfect world…

Mystery… yes past is sometimes a mystery… how it happened?

The fact/s are always hidden somewhere deep inside… his/her soul is the only witness… sometimes access is denied by his/her own selfish soul which is afraid of the virgin truth… the truth which may lead to his/her external as well as internal change…

Sometimes the truth is unspoken and other times its loud ‘n clear but without any noise… sometimes the image which truth creates is delusional if read and understood by the outer world… the mystery isn’t solved until his/her soul releases the enlightened beam of understanding of the past in connection with the present circumstances to his/her material-SELF… it is like a puzzle with needs an co-ordination of inner and outer self of any person who’s will to find solution enchants for it…

Future isn’t a blissful dream if your past and present resided in a mystical events which are left unsolved… future never reveals itself under any sign such as ‘beware’ or something… one’s common instinctive senses are to be used in a process… its not at all hard to predict an outcome if he/she understood the past events and solved those mystical puzzles… future will reveal itself…

Being true to oneself under immense pressure to continue with illusionally cultivated path of righteousness is the visible solution to one’s mystical past/present/future...