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.....
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
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???
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???
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A Man's ode to Fidelity... :) ...
listen sweetheart..
feel the warmth of my hand in yours
and look into my eyes
you will see your soul lingering in mine
the promises i made ..i remember well
the dreams we dreamt together still tugs my heart
i am still your woodcutter
and i still find time to lie down beside you
under the sky
on a sunflower bed...
you give me the warmth i hanker for
how can you fail...
when you and i are ONE
one soul split into two
there is nothing that you go through and i don't...
you run in my blood
you linger in my mind
you live in my heart
and play in my soul...
you bore my kid in your womb
and you loved me with your heart...
there is no beauty that compares to you
36-24-36 does not matter...
because you are not a measurement....
feel the warmth of my hand in yours
and look into my eyes
you will see your soul lingering in mine
the promises i made ..i remember well
the dreams we dreamt together still tugs my heart
i am still your woodcutter
and i still find time to lie down beside you
under the sky
on a sunflower bed...
you give me the warmth i hanker for
how can you fail...
when you and i are ONE
one soul split into two
there is nothing that you go through and i don't...
you run in my blood
you linger in my mind
you live in my heart
and play in my soul...
you bore my kid in your womb
and you loved me with your heart...
there is no beauty that compares to you
36-24-36 does not matter...
because you are not a measurement....
Monday, January 18, 2010
An ode to Fidelity... :)
Hey!!
so what if i bore you a kid
and ironed your shirts
made sure your food was ready on time
and the house was kept beautiful and warm
when you came back from work
so what if i waited for you every evening
and i changed things around me to make sure
you had a complete life..
so what if i prayed to god..
he gave you my life and happiness..
that you lived life full..
in doing all this
i had forgotten
that there was a change in the equation
not only my 36-24-36 has changed
but also my "me"
and so ..
when i waited for you
and prayed for you
and loved you...
you were little busy
admiring beauties
and remembering old love
following the 36-24-36
which i dont have now
and never will have....
my woodcutter does not come back to home
longing for me
and we do not lie under the sky
on sunflower bed
vowing to be with each other
in all lifetimes
because..i lacked something which rules the hormones...
i tried winning you with heart...
and i failed
miserably...
so what if i bore you a kid
and ironed your shirts
made sure your food was ready on time
and the house was kept beautiful and warm
when you came back from work
so what if i waited for you every evening
and i changed things around me to make sure
you had a complete life..
so what if i prayed to god..
he gave you my life and happiness..
that you lived life full..
in doing all this
i had forgotten
that there was a change in the equation
not only my 36-24-36 has changed
but also my "me"
and so ..
when i waited for you
and prayed for you
and loved you...
you were little busy
admiring beauties
and remembering old love
following the 36-24-36
which i dont have now
and never will have....
my woodcutter does not come back to home
longing for me
and we do not lie under the sky
on sunflower bed
vowing to be with each other
in all lifetimes
because..i lacked something which rules the hormones...
i tried winning you with heart...
and i failed
miserably...
Monday, January 11, 2010
The mansion inside me....
i carry an old mansion inside me
furnitureless
open and big
old...
there is a forest outside it
i take a walk on its crunching leaves
in calm afternoons
and put my soul to sleep under the sky
breeze caressing it innocently...
i read, dance, play, talk to clouds and create...
the silence and the peace makes me cry out of happiness
then...suddely there is a knock on the door
and i come out
on the roads and in this concrete world
lonely
helpless, eccentric, crazy...
dying to go back to my old mansion
thirsting for the silence of afternoons
and the sound of crunching leaves...
i wait
for the call of the mansion..and the silence of the forest
furnitureless
open and big
old...
there is a forest outside it
i take a walk on its crunching leaves
in calm afternoons
and put my soul to sleep under the sky
breeze caressing it innocently...
i read, dance, play, talk to clouds and create...
the silence and the peace makes me cry out of happiness
then...suddely there is a knock on the door
and i come out
on the roads and in this concrete world
lonely
helpless, eccentric, crazy...
dying to go back to my old mansion
thirsting for the silence of afternoons
and the sound of crunching leaves...
i wait
for the call of the mansion..and the silence of the forest
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Santa of my Family ...!!!!
He is the santa of our family,
whole year round..not only in december..
he comes with surprise gifts
and hugs and laughter
his kindness
is packaged
not in glossy sheets
and he does not use the socks
to hide the gifts
my santa....
he has a gift for everyone
and he remembers to give us surprises
and make our evenings and days
without any occassion
without any snow around us
my santa...
he gives
but never receives...
and he goes to the bed
with a smile on his soul
knowing we do not have to wait for the christmas
for arrival of the santa...
PS: Thanks for being a wonderful father and a husband darling..
whole year round..not only in december..
he comes with surprise gifts
and hugs and laughter
his kindness
is packaged
not in glossy sheets
and he does not use the socks
to hide the gifts
my santa....
he has a gift for everyone
and he remembers to give us surprises
and make our evenings and days
without any occassion
without any snow around us
my santa...
he gives
but never receives...
and he goes to the bed
with a smile on his soul
knowing we do not have to wait for the christmas
for arrival of the santa...
PS: Thanks for being a wonderful father and a husband darling..
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Pondicherry ..... what a beauty!!!!!!!!!!! Aafreen!!!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Once upon a time ..there was a king and there was a queen....
he was the king of pop
but he died lonely in his mansion
he ruled the heart of millions
and his heart cheated on him ....
he died of heart attack
he lived his life king size
and he died with debt
he walked the moon
but was lonely on his bed...
he sang to the world
and danced for them
he was the king
who died in his kingdom
lonely and songless...
she was the most beautiful woman on earth
shy, coy, timid, rigid, strong, sought after
a fairy from a fairytale..
she ruled the heart of millions
but hankered for true love in life
her heart cheated on her
and she died when her heart moved from left to right in a car accident..
in Paris...
the city of love...
once upon a time
there was a king
and there was a queen...
but he died lonely in his mansion
he ruled the heart of millions
and his heart cheated on him ....
he died of heart attack
he lived his life king size
and he died with debt
he walked the moon
but was lonely on his bed...
he sang to the world
and danced for them
he was the king
who died in his kingdom
lonely and songless...
she was the most beautiful woman on earth
shy, coy, timid, rigid, strong, sought after
a fairy from a fairytale..
she ruled the heart of millions
but hankered for true love in life
her heart cheated on her
and she died when her heart moved from left to right in a car accident..
in Paris...
the city of love...
once upon a time
there was a king
and there was a queen...
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
I am the Equinox.. DO NOT DEFINE ME PLEASE!
i am 12 hrs night
and 12 hrs day
equal
i am the equinox
intensity
breadth
balance
justice
sun spread
soaring wind
green trees
wide desert
i am 12 hrs night
i am 12 hrs day
i am an equal stretch
i am the equinox
DO NOT TRY TO DEFINE ME...
and 12 hrs day
equal
i am the equinox
and i am the white
a perfect blend for grey
i am the question
i am the answer
the quest and the destination of the search
i am the winner
i am the loser
the humble and the arrogant
i am equal in lengthintensity
breadth
balance
justice
sun spread
soaring wind
green trees
wide desert
i am 12 hrs night
i am 12 hrs day
i am an equal stretch
i am the equinox
DO NOT TRY TO DEFINE ME...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The road is dark and dusky ....
the road is long
and i dont see an end
it is cloudy
and afternoon seems like a night
no sun
heavy wind
i hold the kid in my hand
and walk all alone on this deserted road
waiting for you darling
i know you will come
and hold my hand
and listen to me
and sit with me
i know i will find the way
the road will not be lonely for long
the sun will shine
and once again
we will be a happy family...
and i dont see an end
it is cloudy
and afternoon seems like a night
no sun
heavy wind
i hold the kid in my hand
and walk all alone on this deserted road
waiting for you darling
i know you will come
and hold my hand
and listen to me
and sit with me
i know i will find the way
the road will not be lonely for long
the sun will shine
and once again
we will be a happy family...
Friday, August 7, 2009
List of Coincidences ... the intensity and length of my search...
a thousand splendid suns and witch of portobello together?
one talking of Mariam... all the potential of a strong woman..but dies a weak death...lives a weak life..absolutely non-consequential (i dont give her credit for being strong in hacking her husband...) ..how much i loved her..how much hopes i had from her..how much i wanted jalil to be strong and own his daughter..how much..how much.. but alas....
the other one talks of athena..she is strong, has everything in life and puts them at stake for the sake of her find ..her search..her search for nothingness (in my terms) leads her to a point all our parents dread ... and then she is saved...she, with a 5-yr old in her arms, she parentsless like Mariam .. and yet... strong...yes, i understand ..unlike Athena..Mariam was not blessed with foster parents ..they both left a strong impression on my mind..and i kept thinking of them .. why is it that i met two diverse characters at one go... will wait for the answer...
was it a coincidence that -
Athena finds "the power"/"mother" through her dance... and i have had privilege of touching "ONE" during my dances .. when i was a kid .. i would dance all alone, without knowing the song...without any practise i would give stage performance and would win applause and prizes!!!! i was gifted or possesed? was it a past life accumulation ... is it that since i have lost touch with that gift i have hit the pit in my life (i rarely dance now....sad..) was athena and her search thru dance, a message for me thru universe?! did the book happen to me because i am looking for an anchoring in this point in time of my life? and the songs that i have started listening to (prior to the discussion of this form of dance by the author) ....were all sufi numbers!!!!
is it a coincidence that - i have started reading Brida - woman in search of nothingness (in book some sort of occult science) ...she wants to learn magic..and ..hold your breath....the tarrot card that i got for this week is that of a magician!! ..it symbolises some kind of search!!! (thats what this online tarrot i subscribe to tell me !!!) - ??? is it a message again or i am insane in paying too much importance to such silly coincidences...when i went to library to pick a book i had this great inner urge to read something on life after death, or something which was outside our conscious rationale..
is it a coincidence -
that in past three months i dreamt of plane crashing in water (since childhood i have had dreams of fear of plane crash..but not even once my plane has crashed...i have always managed to get out unscratched) ..and within 2-3 days of each dream i have read newspaper headlines on missing and crashing planes (the plane that went missing in france and was later found with no person alive...there was a consecutive second crash somewhere else in the world) ... many crashes happen..but these ones made headlines...and though i miss newspaper readings for many days due to hectic morning schedule...i did not miss on these editions - they were infront of me early morning!!
is it a coincidence -
that i dreamt about my CEOs death and within 15 days i got a news of first death in our office.. a young colleague of mine met with an accident and passed away ...........this was when i was no more with the same organisation and was holidaying outside India...
what was that which pushed me so hard to produce oil paints (i have displayed them on my blog) when till date i am not sure of how do i hold the brush properly??!!
is this a coincidence that somethings like dream, dance and choice of books which are so private are finding their way to the public blog? why is this urge to share what i am going thru so strong...?? ... will i stumble upon somebody by coincidence who be my master or guide in some manner ??? dont know...let the time talk to me :)
aah..long series of dialogues and questions...plaguing my psyche...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who are you..my magician painter? what kind of oil paint do you use?
do you paint on sky canvas..
holding the brush of wind
travelling on the cloud..
with a serenity in your eyes..
are plateaus your palette?
do you rinse your brush in ocean?
how can green and blue be so perfect on a peacock?
how can purple flower be so precise?
are you a scientist too ?
why is everything so perfect?
where did the idea of blue ocean and green tree come from?
why are barks brown and not red?
how do you make stars sparkle and moon so serene?
why is sun yellow and not mauve?
why is the forest so...
are you a magician and a painter?
what kind of color do you use
where do you get them from ...
who are you?
talk to me ....
Friday, July 31, 2009
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