Courage and cure

I thought it was a new beginning.

But it was an ending. And well that eventually leads to a beginning. Eventually.

Im stuck in limbo now.

Neither here, nor there.

The cure came, when I least expected it.

What I experienced was perhaps not what I was waiting for.

What came was a cure.

A new perspective. 'That isn't it for you' was the message.

I struggled for a long time on a pursuit.

I chased after a mirage, something that was never mean't to be mine.

Almost like a birthright. I thought it was mine to claim.

Nay. Ever come to the point where you've wanted something so bad...

that when you're around it...even if u are restraining yourself...your skin crawls involuntarily

almost seeking out to grab the object of your attention/affection.

I have.

But you know what's ironic. You are also capable of reaching a point, that after wanting something so bad.....you reach a point where you hit saturation. Your skin lies calm.

And then suddenly...just like that. Poof. Its gone. The craving with all its glory is gone.

What then do you make of this predicament ?

Is it considered an unseen cure or is it called giving up?

I think only you can answer that for yourself.

Because in the end the courage to accept facts as they are and not as you think they should be divides the dreamers and the ones who calculate.

It takes balls to accept a fact.

You are a frickin Pinata.

Life is the stick.

Somebody's thrashing.

But get this ...even if ur being thrashed...don't forget you're full of goodies.

A godsend comes in different packages. Some packages we think of as replacements.

But may be we don't get to keep them. They are reminders that there are other packages.

A present with your name on it, is out there somewhere.

It'll come gift wrapped someday...till then strive to deserve it.

A cure can come only with courage.

Courage comes with experience and growth.

Courage helps deal with difficult situations.

Courage reminds of hope.

There is always hope for cure.

Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty says .....' No matter how messy a place can get...you can always clean it up'

Its true.

The fairy tale is over....

But real life can be just as unbelievable.

Tuck me in tonight with a song....

May be tomorrow I'll wake up different.

My Mind

Pant , Pant

My sweat hits the ground..

My heart pumping hard

The scenery whizzes by suddenly

The sunlight hits my eye.

Just breathe.

My voice is steady.

Nothing is written.

What do I want?

Do Vampires exist?

What is the relevance of all these thoughts

Why am I thinking of cotton candy

Images of swings and popcorn

Was it all just a movie...

Who is this girl, why did she become important

This girl out of the blue. How did this happen?

How do I help my friend?

How can I achieve more?... How will it play out.

I want to dance. Right now. I want music

I want music in my bloodstream. Pumping through my veins.

My guitar...will I be able to do wonders with it?

What of the dogs? When will animals be considered important

That girl. Shes new. I can't stop thinking of her. I don't know her at all. Its a secret. Don't tell anyone.

I am dressed in blue...is it because I feel blue? Its not even Monday.

I slept for 4 hours. Im functioning fine.

I have adjusted. Life is an adjustment.

So many quotes on life. What the hell do we know.

Life is relative. Defined by experience.

My spellings are good. My handwriting I hate. My writing , my output.

My muscles are aching...too much exercise...Now then how to challenge the mind?

What comes after tomorrow? If tomorrow will be yesterday, day after... then what off today?

I want to text this girl. I want to know her. why? how?

I crave steak.

Now im hungry.

Sex.

Pleasure.

Faces.

Movement.

Friction.

Penetration...

Relief.

Knowledge so vast. It'll never be enough...

I should leave....make a few calls.....meet some ppl..help a friend...

work tonight. Im already exhausted. I work enough. But I should work more.

May be there should be more hours in the day.

Oh no time...I should really go now.....

But how to end this?

ah got it......

My mind. This should be the title.

The horse symbolic for speed and movement and constant running.

The constant running...not running away.

But Toward. Toward. In that Direction. Toward.

Toward.............................................................................. where are my keys?

The power within

We have it within us.

Its swimming around.

We take what we need...

From the power within.

Even on the darkest days and the coldest night

Those who choose...put up a fight.

We're all capable.

We're made that way, tried and tested.

Even the greatest hurdles with our wills be bested.

Make no mistake

Have faith, don't break.

We make of our lives what we want

Will is good

Dreams are plenty

Nothing is a catch twenty

You are all you need

My words, you should heed

Be the best you can manage

Unleash a deadly carnage

Look within.....

Stare at the glow.

Feel it.

Love it.

The power within.

Philosophy Juice

Listen up.

So I have nothing particularly meaningful to tell you right now.

This is because Im outta juice. All you perverts can suck it.

Its not what you're thinking.

This talk is about Philosophy juice (yes its a made up thing..something I made up because Its easier to relate to)

I OD on it sometimes.

I gain inspiration from legends like Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde the kings of dark humor and irony.

I also sometimes manage an outburst of creativity where I manage to coin a phrase that seems relatively genius. Well at least to me. heh.

Umm so here's what I've noticed-

With the inception of blogging, social networking etc. everyone's clambering to say the right things.

Even if its not their words , they're ok with it. Our need for acceptance and acknowledgment and appreciation has grown exponentially ....especially in recent times.

So back to the pt. People are more philosophical now than before. Ok don't attack me.

I don't have facts to back that up. They're merely assumptions. Whether they are true or not...because of all the platforms available for expression now..philosophy or the facade of it is certainly more prevalent.

Everyone wants to appear philosophical.

Even if they don't get what it is.

I recently asked a friend his personal opinion on a quote he had put up by Nietzche 'Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's .

He said 'kya farak padta hai yaar?...sounds cool toh dall diya'

sigh*. I'm not taking up a cause here. Don't get me wrong

People are free to use philosophy as they see fit.

Philosophy is quoted frequently in arguments, debates, in ongoing trials or even written down as simple words of encouragement in notebooks. They form a symbolic representation of how life and all its workings exist. It is open to debate and thats the best part.

Things should be open to debate. A hardcore fact is kind of boring in my opinion. Its there, nothing to work on. No excitement, its just there. Thats why I find the endless battle between Theists and atheists fascinating. There probably will never be an answer. The word probably is highlighted here.

Getting back to the topic....philosophy today is exploited...the one's who understand it and quote it and create it...probably appreciate it. The one's who write it only because its cool to do so...might also learn from it. Either way its a very interesting and refreshing change from our mundane lives . Its an escape and yet its connected to reality.

Philosophy juice is all around. PERCEPTION is its flavour

I need the juice. I like the juice. Cheers all

Porky pig said it best

When something powerful is put to rest, in the movies there's a dramatic theme, A background score highlighting a memory, a recap.

The best moments/ scenes are replayed with careful accuracy and detail. It might even bring a tear to your eye.

In real life, its a little different.

There's never a background score

The lucky one's get a montage. The kind after your graduation ppl put together or when loved one's are celebrating- occasions or simply togetherness.

I'm not one of them.

I don't get a montage. Except for the cruel one playing in my head.

You should see it. It's better than the movies. Way more dramatic.

But very, very real.

As I put together the pieces of emotional reel in my head, I am careful not to edit.

I am a writer. Not an editor.

I think its all necessary. Every detail is important.

I've written about it time and time again.

Before I started , I thought I'd write the best one yet.

But I realized that my stories mean't nothing and everything.

Everything to me, but nothing otherwise

Life is like a sitcom, featuring brutal irony in every episode.

I couldn't even write the best one now if I tried.

It would seem mundane , stale to you.

For me it was always new.

What can I say that I haven't already said before....

I can't believe after all this time.... that it ends this way.

But I better believe it.

I have no choice.

There are other important things. Other things that need my attention.

Things which will someday mean something, unlike my symphony.

A symphony for deaf people is what I played

A book I wrote for the blind.

I could write something passionate, more dramatic right now...my fingers itch to say farewell to the symphony in the way I know I can....

but....pggy.....ibddy..ibbbdddy....'That's all folks'!

Shayar Bechara

Tum Aah chuki ho,

Mere Aankhon neh gawahi di

Tum Aah chuki ho.

Mere Aankhon neh gawahi di...

Uss pal meh , main kho gaya

Wahi havaon meh

Uss pal meh, main kho gaya

Aap ki Nighahon meh

Mera na koi watan, nah koi thikhana

Mera patta wohi hai, jaha aapne mera dil hai chupaya

Raat ke andhere meh, main toonth gaya

Subah ki kirano neh mujhe bhasm kar diya

Aap ko kya jawaab doo main?

Aap neh to sawaal hi nahin poocha

Aap ekbar mudh ke dekhiye

Main waha khadha dikhoonga..

Aapka thadapta shayar...

Aapka Shayar Bechara..

Bhasha koi bhi ho...kahani toh wahi hai.

Light of the day