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This blog is dedicated to the most critical factors of my existence and being, my parents and my sisters..especially to my younger one..thanks for everything Dolls..



I have not even attempted to put in words what i hold deep in my soul and existence for ONE MAN to whom i owe it all.. though i was born out of my mother's womb, my psychological and spiritual birth's fountainhead lies in him .. my FATHER - my God, my strength, my reason of existence... my alpha and my omega...

Monday, February 22, 2010

the wandering soul..........

these were clicked..on compulsion..when an event travels thru senses and forces you to relent to something you have no control over...the twilight zone i have been travelling in ...in search of ONE...camera..is just a media.......like a sufi soul i travel from one desert to another...dancing on my toes...to the tune of the rythm emanating from the divinity around and in us...

the beauty so immense...and so scattered ... that a simple eye would miss them altogether...awesome work of the master craftsman..a painter, a scientist, a perfectionist, a creator out of reach of limited words...awesome.. the feeling so immense... that i surrender...in all humiliation and gratitude.....













Thursday, February 11, 2010

why?????

why is the power of negative so strong ?

why does white lose its identity when it meets with black?
......black colors white
how come a small piece of cloud blocks the sun and the moon
.......the force and divinity of these stars....defeated infront of a floating black cloud?!

if truth always wins then .....
why was Jesus crucified
Mahatama shot at
Rama sent to Jungle
Sita to the earth.....

what happened to an anecdote which taught us
in those long lovely honest nights
satyamev jayate..........satyamev jayate....satyamev jayate.....

where are those kings who along with the night of their stories
walked into our eyes
and entered our souls..
giving us the invincible power of truth and honesty

was it a dream ... of innocent childhood
the security of knowing ...
that positive always wins...

or what i see after the sleep is the truth.....
why....oh god...why....

i seek an answer....

what is the truth???

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