Dream Catcher

 Looking at radiant blue sky illuminated in golden hues by majestic sun on leisurely Sunday afternoon, and it suddenly felt like deja vu. Afternoon ambling towards evening and sun slowly going down, turning snow clad mountains of dhaula dhar into canvas of orange bliss and long orange shadow reelecting across sapphire blue waters of mighty Beas river. Sun going down used to feel like a loss of another day, dark engulfing what we can see and chilly winds of winter touching your skin and shivers go deep upto soul. It always used to touch a raw nerve, triggering a sense of loss inside me, winter chill and dark of night. It felt like life giving way to death, vibrant colours replaced by all engulfing black, time for foxes and panthers to come out and reclaim the land for them during night to what was lost to mankind gradually during day. Why do we fear night, why it triggers a sense of fear, unknown, why every movement can be interpreted in thousands ways to make us afraid.  Mount...

Between me and them Between me and the man in mirror lies infinite possibilities, an entire lifetime of memories placed between us two. Between me and my Soul lies infinite paths, all must be traversed before we can meet at last... Between me and my love lies infinite questions, all must be answered before the we become one.. Between me and myself lies infinite versions of me, all must be reconciled before I see true me.. Between me and God lies just one little jump of faith, Trust and jump to be the one I am supposed to be. I Stopped In missing who are nor here, I stopped loving who are. In remembering the friends long gone, I stopped seeing who are not. In looking for love from the others, I stopped loving myself again. In looking for their approval, I stopped appreciating myself. In looking to be the best for them, I stopped being the best of myself. I stopped is the thing I hear, whether very far or impossibly near, I need to unstop stopping again, Need...

We are all fallible, to various degrees. The basic tenet we hold true as a human being is that after all said and done, in the end we find away to be correct in any argument, or at least find a way to absolve us of any blame. The other thing is that how less we want to listen, and how much we want others to listen to what we say, and accept that we are right to a large degree. Sometimes I pity, I pity a lot of people for how much hatred they carry inside them. for months, for years, they foster hate, they feed hate, and when time comes they let the venom out. I wish letting the venom out, of believing all the lies all the time, and blaming someone for everything bad in their life, will provide them peace. But peace is not easy to find, especially when you don't own things and always looking for someone to blame. On the other side, what of a person who is the target of all that venom, of all the lies and accusations. How it made him/her feel that someone close to you can possibly...

The first talk we had still lingers in mind with all things left unsaid the words interjected with hmm as if we trying to create our own rhythm the pause after listening to a question the moment when we showed caution small talks which made you smile serious stuff was on back burner for a while words and anecdotes shared all pointing to something more we share then we said goodbye to be rejoined later by the night sky second time bit of fun because testing waters was first time done we shared likes and dislikes as there are still some lingering doubts as we continue talks this seems like a story worth continuing And continuing it is everyday with new fables We live life and love each other and the love story grows with us together

Having a tender a heart, a mind which feels for other and a soul which is gentle and caring, all sounds so good and ideal. Compassion, idealism all sounds to proper, so right, so good. Put those values in soul of a persona and you will have individual who is a beacon of all good about humans. Alas it is not that simple. There is nothing like an ideal man. We all are designed to make pursuit of happiness as our only goal in life. Some of us look at spirituality to provide them happiness, some to religion, some to helping other out, others fight poverty, and some are champions of democracy, for some they are willing to bleed for communism. We all want to be special, to have individual and unique thought process, to feel self-important and however we argue against it, when it comes to I vs them, we invariably choose I over them anytime. “I love my parents”, “I am willing to do anything for my friends”, “I can die for my country”, “I am a good human inside”, “I never intentionally hu...

This dark night will pass, and there will be sunshine. The water in river will be blue again, and diamond like sand will again shine. The flowers will bloom again after winter, majestic and full of fragrance. The birds will sing the morning song, and celebrate by sky diving from their nests. Pine trees in wood will sing the song again, tease and romance the rocks in the wood. The moon will again be full and beautiful, rising to make the world fall in love again. Everything would be there my dear. life will go on as it always does. You won't be there and neither would I. the longing would be there and so will the pain. You would be somewhere else, trying the make meaning out of life. I would be somewhere else, where the stars don't shine this bright. The flowers won't be beautiful. cause i will fear the thorns in them. The moon won't be beautiful for me as it will make me long for you more. The sun won't shine brightly for me, as my suns...

Its raining incessentaly here people drenched and wet cursing the rain and the water as they have chores to complete everyone trying to tell heaven to sweat at the time they seek people are getting wet but less are walking in the rain clothes are getting drenched but soul is yet not wet mother nature is a woman with weather god at her command she is telling angels to arrange for rain Only a woman can do things which needs to be done despite the indifference and apathy of her adopted or otherwise sons O mother nature don't listen to cynics keep doing what you want I want more rains more and more to drench my insatiable soul