Time to predict nothing!! I am damn good at it.

These have been lovely three days to me. Had good time with friends, good food, and a lot of general discussions about life, love, relationships, insecurities and sacrifices. Plenty of people tried to show me mirror, and I have to accept, I looked very fresh, very healthy and really cheerful. Just now when I am not getting sleep for obvious reasons, and when i think about it deeply I can see that it has been a special day, as two amazing things happened. The first one was my mother called me up, to ask if I was feeling okay as she was not getting sleep and thought I was sick. The truth is I am not. If I remember correctly, this is the first time when she got it wrong. Frankly I had enough reasons to feel that way. So she got the cause right, but result wrong. The another thing happened little before that, and it was a proof of another amazing ability of mine, is to always foresee future, and before anything happens, something makes me take some strong decisions which I am very incapable of generally. The prediction of mine is so bang accurate that my friend was shocked to see it. I showed a letter to him, which I wrote some months back, without posting and with a date which was 11th May 2008 and when I replied to an important mail this evening, all wordings remained same except some particular references. Funny thing was I had to just add one more paragraph. Three days back when something told me, that a particular chapter of life is over, and its time to turnover pages, I had to be submissive to it. I have to accept its not easy. But I will not mind it, with all joy I will rather sing
Que Sera Sera and won't try to predict things, when they get so painfully right!! A true Brahmin!

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

अजीब हाल है, की रुक गई है सांसे और जीये जा रहा हूँ मैं| खुश हूँ के मरने से पहले इल्म तो है, अब जो भी है साथ लीए जा रहा हूँ मैं|

A feeling of happiness can't be hidden, when you feel fresh, alive and revitalized. When you fly on top of those hills, and see things in totality you see absolute roundness, absolute beauty, and realize how small are you, and how small is your universe, while the God created so much for you! Sometimes, when you can't change things yourself, I always believe God does it for you. He takes you in his lap to show things around, as you are busy solving a problem, which has no significance, while you miss out on world, your near and dears, your parents and life the most. I am happy that this feeling of awakening is universal desire of mankind as is every different desire. I rather think its the most strong desire, and once you really have it, nothing can stop you, and its important that we awaken at right time, when the stakes are low, Its not me who generally cares for the stakes, but somehow I got to learn certain things even unwillingly, to keep the happiness generally universal, in small universes which exist around me.I have felt very strongly that I feel happy, only when people around me are happy. Ah! too much of "I", a thing I owe it to someone whose universe I thought was mine..so lets end it at you with my another childish poem..enjoy!

A secret, covered by thousand wishes,

A scar waited for thousand more whiplashes,

A light which searched for one dead fish,

A pond stirred up with thousand fishes..

The night has fallen, the ducklings still playing

The breeze has stopped, still leaves are swaying,

Eyes are amused, ah! Finally the past is decaying.

God exists! I was dying praying.

What did I lose? It was never mine,

What did I drink? The forbidden wine,

What did I choose? It was all divine,

What did I get? An immortal shine.

Will I look back, no more! no more!

Will I be sad, no more! no more!

Will I fly again, yes I will do..

Thank you! I owe it to you.

As you told me!

Its a part of conversation which I had with a person who is good at tossing up questions and answering them with great authority..

And you told me,

Its respect which makes a relationship,

Not love, may be you can sail on that boat..

From one island to another,

To travel around the world, you need to respect your sailor..

As you told me,

The fire won’t last for ever, but the ashes will,

You may rise from it, or never rise again,

It will be there in those mountain hills,

Where the sweeping winds will keep it spreading,

Over the land, over the sea..

As you told me,

Do I wish to survive, or live, or to be rescued?

I knew you wanted to keep me confused,

I know what you meant,

Next time I will let you know, you were wrong,

I travel on moments, periods and eras!

I say!

I feel ill-at-ease on this wasted heath,

Who in this ephemeral world has ever found relief?

The nightingale has no complains against the hunter or the watch,

It is her fate to lie in cage, and spring in every mead!

My desires were better advised to find a new resort,

Where in my scalded heart is space enough to breath?

We have borrowed this long life on four days lease,

Two were spent in yearnings vain, two by waiting seized.

The day of life is nearly done, the shades of night approach,

We shall sleep in the grave, stretching both our feet.

How unlucky is Swan, mark! For his burial place,

He couldn’t find two yards of ground in his love’s street.

Rise of Soul!

When the world arises in me,

It is just an illusion:

Water shimmering in the sun,

A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,

A serpent in a strand of rope.

From me the world streams out

And in me it dissolves,

As a bracelet melts into gold,

A pot crumbles into clay,

A wave subsides into water.

First I gave up action,

Then idle words,

And lastly thought itself.

Now I am here.

Ridding my mind of distraction,

Single-pointed,

I shut out sounds and all the senses,

And I am here.

Where Shadow Chases Light

This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

Sail Away

Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,
only you and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shoreless ocean,
at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,
free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is the time not come yet?
Are there works still to do?
The evening has come down upon the shore
and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains will be off,
and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset,
vanish into the night?