Shall I compare thee?

Not like an aging summer 's day,

Or in few pallid lines should get,

thy alluring beauty waste away.

Or in searing gales of may

how thy frail ardor display?

And how can pages pale with time

do justice of thy magnificence sublime?

I envisage a lake of molten sapphire,

which, sprinkled twinkling stars admire.

And in the cynosure a mystic blue lotus I see,

With that shall I compare thee?

Why??

Of all the things i came across,

The most precious ones, i always lost.

While those i didn't much care about,

Stayed with me in countless crowd.

Those gaps i see void and stark,

Staring at me from the dead from the dark.

An array of likings i chased in my time,

All those missing treasures sublime.

Is this only me whom life robbed off pleasure,

Or all else are dealt in the same dispiriting measure?

Or there is peace, equanimity and eternal joy around,

That, which to sages in meditation found.

I asked myself, thy grace in me,

Are deeds mightier than my destiny?

Or is it that, what is to be, is shielded from what I do, think or see.

Spellbound with these entwining thoughts,

I seek refugee under the divine lord.

A mortal mind is too trivial to comprehend,

Those gifts of love from thy kingdom sent.

My eyes are too short-sighted to see,

What he, plans and wants me to be.

All those things one greatly wants,

Must he set them free from emotional bonds?

Transcending the realms of joy and grief.

It is the present, where seeds of wisdom reap.

Joy is not in chasing the future;

It is in living the present, presented to nurture.

Life can’t be rushed upon or lived on a controlled pace,

But to do what I must do, honoring thy grace.

And to venerate all the things in life found,

Peace is in the simplest things around.

Just Scribbled...

Year: 2009

Location: Earth

A typical day of a human begins with sunrise, a shot of caffeine enriched drink to the neurons and an attempt to gather updates of what the whole world went through since he concluded yesterday. This attempt is not a mere act of curiosity but also a way of caution to what the day might confront as it unfolds. If the alert level is normal with no major anomalies, the day is a usual one with minor upheavals and usual struggle for peace, joy, and equanimity.

This scenario is more like a preparation of battle and a continuous struggle throughout. Awkward moments, difficult situations and intense flux of sentiments challenge us every day in varying intensity, flavor and impact. And as we evolve we learn to deal with them with increasing efficiency but there still are times when we are knocked down by daily commotion and challenges of life. Such situations are frequent and test us to the limit of our ability, intellect and emotional intelligence. The art of living is not in stonewalling ourselves from such bitter traps of life but in our ability to recover from such disruptions and moving on towards positive growth. These challenges can be in terms of unethical ideologies and deeds, sudden wave of negative emotions, loss of men, money or material and in all, our way of usual life. It is not always that we can totally recover from such losses and there are times when we find ourselves shattered, hopeless and filled with pessimism. This is when our philosophy of life and ethics is tested. The quicker we are able to remove the negativity and pessimism out of our system, the better we recover our losses and evolve there on. It is this unique ability of life which has kept it alive from past 3.2 billion years making it increasingly sophisticated, independent and secure. Any challenge that does not break us makes us stronger. This is the key of evolution and also the key of peaceful and less turbulent life for humans.

When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.

n Les Brown

A rational and calm mind is the best enginery against tough situations. And it is only the power of reason that is victimized first when we confront such challenges of life. How well we manage our emotions decides how quickly and efficiently we recover from our losses and attain an alert and positive state of mind. Experience plays a very crucial role, and the guidelines of famous philosophers, regular readings also help us in eliminating the negativity out of our system.

I personally believe that problems are signals that some changes are required. Problems are not positive or negative, they are neutral events. It is up to us, how to perceive them.

Quitting Myself

The arm knolls its weary way to three. The world is fast asleep and so is I. Who is it then awake? Is it my conscience, or is it my soul. But I feel more at ease, more peaceful more lively this way. How are the asleep not more happy than the awake, I wonder!! What is the proof that I am currently me? Perhaps, it is not I but my wounds and scars talking through me. I went to sleep hours ago, but they could not sleep, they are wounds. It hurts them. They are still living the day trying to justify the agony they went through in the daylight. They choose the night because in the day I am awake, and I don’t listen to them. I care for others but about me. I take pride in telling myself that I care for all, but I am in fact a criminal for them, for truly me.
Ignorance is one of them, solitude is another. The initial bleeds more and the latter aches miserably. How am I, even responsible I wonder? In the day they expect me to be a good human, to be nice to all, which means to strike the balance between all egos I am judged with. And to strike this balance I can’t be a part of the like-minded. I can’t have a group. I can’t have people who keep track of me. To say I can have everyone, but none so close.
My artificiality is injustice to myself. I am artificial when I don’t care about myself any longer. I don’t care what I feel, think or perceive. I just care what others think, feel or perceive. But that is again criminal. And even if I don’t be so, if I begin to care about me, how do I do that? Where is that mind to understand me? Where is that heart to feel for me? Where is that hand to stroke my shoulders when my head bends down? And where are those wrinkles of worry when I get hurt? Why am I so alone in this crowd of friends? I know I was born alone. But why is life re-engraving the same fact on me every day?
I can’t blame life for this. I can’t justify why I should have another minute of life. Some live for seconds. My brother died in two weeks. I have still had 21 years. How does it affect my neighbor if he sees me dead next morning? There is no way I can justify to demand more life. I am alive, this is a gift. I am me, it’s a miracle. I don’t deserve Hanika either. What have I given her besides few gifts and a thousand tears? She calls it ‘the priceless love’ but call it my selfishness. Without her support I wouldn’t have made even this far. I needed her myself. I was selfish. My love was selfish. Today I give up my right to live; I release all my possessions and surrender my rights over everyone and everything. What I must do is, die now.
But I am greedy. It is morning now. Within my hands is another day, another day to try and break this monotony, another day to let me be me and be nice to all simultaneously. Another day to listen to myself and do what I want to, another day to make my love feel special, another day to put smiles on all those faces who care about me, another day to live to glory for glory, and another gift from life. More time to live. I will not waste it. I will not disgrace life, I will not disgrace anyone. I will make my mark before I call it an end. I will live and I will live for all those who want to see me live. I must not forget that scar’s heal. I must not forget that pains subside. I must not forget the dream of better life. I must wait. I will wait.