Peace. That's whats we are running after. But unfortunately we have a tendency of forgetting what we are running after and in the end it is all about the run...the reason forgotten. Even the best part of the church service at the end which ends in "peace be with you" or the " Om Shanti Shanti Shanti i.e. Om Peace peace peace" seems like just a

In music and sunsets lie my prayers..I feel I have prayed with my heart for the first time

In music and prayer...my head bows down at you altar There is a feeling which cannot be expressed by words It's a feeling of losing oneself It's a feeling of a search which is unending It's a feeling when one finally understands yet stands in awe of the vast unknown that still lies ahead It's more like when the light penetrates every being of you Not just at the place where you stand but all the places you are at the same time Places before and places ahead of "now" time It's like a music that soars up a storm yet miraculously calms you down Like you are lost yet found at the same time A feeling of ecstasy in which only you and the divine exist Where you do understand the significance of bowing down to the power that washes every being of you with the truth of surrender Its a feeling when one understands the insignificance of the self And rises above the petty details to absorb the light of the divine.

Plastic

It's too plastic round here...the stench of it burning...the sound of it rustling...moving too fast for me to even glimpse...and when I do...its but a burnt out mammoth of plastic...nightmarish...I need to sit by my lake...I can't stand it anymore.

There will be a time..

There will be a time when the tears will be no more
A time when love looks like a miracle
That will never happen to you
It will be a distant tale of
"someone lived happily ever after" and not me
Yet you will believe in this miracle
And smile when you see people holding hands
There will be this time when it doesn't really matter
You would have come to terms with life
And to get here
You would have embraced it, hated it and ridiculed it
You would have fallen and picked yourself up
More often than you can even remember
There will be a time when there will be this peace
That you would have longed for so long
Run after it
Searched for in other people
Never knowing that one day you would just find it within
And this will be the time
When you will look at the memories you etched
Acted like a fool sometimes
Cried endlessly for days and nights
Yearned for things never to happen
You will remember
Fleeting moments of happiness
Running between your fingers
Submerging into time
The faces
The people
The love
The hurt
The pain
It was never meant to be a happy road anyway
How often do people get to stand at this moment
Looking at the setting sun
And still smile at it...Mystified by this life...and the most beautiful gift it gives...Love.


Maiiya ( I will always be that)

Between illusions and reality

A deep breath of the fresh green air
The dripping water from the washed leaves
Yearning to dissolve in the water below
The muddy lane darkened and clean
As I walk on
The same place I saw you
A hundred days back
Or maybe more
I kind of lost count
Replaying the scene over and over my head
Passing the place again today
Wishing that time froze right when you were there
But maybe it did
My smiles tell it all
You are like the rain
Cleansing the sad feeling
Bringing in promises of calm and peace
If it is never again to happen
I'll exist
You'll exist
Somehow this heart
Is pacified with just this..
For it means
You walk somewhere
Oblivious about me
I walk here
But the moment we had then is eternal
Maybe it is bliss
Or maybe its just called love
Pure and serene.

Love is a practical joke played by people on each other

It’s not about fairy tales and happy ends
It’s more about wants and needs
A fine demarcation you’d say
But the difference is real deep
If the question sounds familiar?
Try this-
Emotional attachment and dependency?
Same
My answer too
But na....
It’s a game
That the devils incarnate plays
Not love
Uh oh you are too emotional for this
Love is reserved
For the Elite
They can feign it
Wear it
Tear it
You just stick on to the rules and you’ll do well
Real well
For human is not the word
The word is the game
Love is a practical joke played by people on each other.

Sunsets

Enormous turmoil in the heart
Unnecessary rumblings in the head
Unwillingness to accept reality
And reality is I am alone
Something that cannot even be changed by supernatural
It’s just that way
Meant to be
And I have nothing to do
But bow down to this very Reality and accept
Someone just rightly said
There are two things in life
One is something that you can do something about
And the other is something that you can do nothing about
And you should leave the ones that you can do nothing about
To sort out by themselves
There is one thing that is still there
The wonderful sunsets
Calming the rising storms
Promising a new day ahead.