Thinking Aloud Randomly

Believing our thoughts, words, actions and choices to be targeted at someone else, we Only realise later everything impacts our own conscience too.. Creating subtle ripples of unrealised rifts within our psyche...

We get so embroiled in our own little worlds making life simply to be an extension of 'ourselves'.. And standing there.. Right in the centre.. We always fail to see infinite similar orbs all around.. Like cogs of a wheel.. Only meant to Help each other move on.

Silence, not only in words but also in thoughts is important.. There is no sense being silent on the outside but inside burning and mentally abusing the world in general.. Silence means tranquility; verbally and from within.

We all have this room inside us so full of noise.. The noise of our constant thoughts racing around unheard.. And alone we sit in this room.. Always hidden frm the rest of the world

Why this disquiet this unease towards bonds that stretch thin.. Do we move on with the joy of its strength or its flimsy capacity to hold.. Does it really depend on anything but the moments shared enjoyed by itself.

The more i look for my inner self the more i get enmeshed in mundane trivia.. Scared so scared to seek.. That which i profess to need.. The mist thickens.. And time beckons with palpable anxiety.. And yet this wall.. Burdening that step into assumed unexplored futility.. All the words are there.. All the thoughts crowding.. Scattered.. Urgent masks manically furtive.. Hurriedly Pile one upon another.. Sinking buried within this mire of quicksand..

In all these faces that i needed to don.. Myriad lessons strung on scattered heartstrings.. Unlocking unchaining these related shackles.. Yet Stuck in a maze of replete stagnation checkered with anxious wait..

There was a time when friendship danced in our veins.. And the whole world smiled This is a time of strangeness.. Mundane secrets of life hiding.. Scared to disturb the images of innocence left behind..

touched by suffering.. These eyes Swim hiding glimpses of pain..

Meaning is not something we stumble over like a bolt of lightning in sudden enlightenment or by walking a certain path.. meaning is something we weave into our lives every step of the way each finding something unique and true for themselves. a universal truth that belongs to each heart.. Dawning at the apt moment.. A fitting time..

For peace and foresight.. Whatever the hurdles in life.. We hold infinite reserves inside.. Along with Myriad hands holding us up.. Every relationship flowers within its moments.. And Not merely by its name.. Leaving no winners or losers.. Just two differing belief systems.. And individuals..

Is Meditation like dusting away the collected cobwebs of our mind.. or watchful dodging of the 'mindfield' within.. or minding a garden by weeding out negative emotions.. or simply a walk.. not through a maze but hand-in-hand with a single thought!

People who say tragedy brings people closer, should add tragedy makes people write:) Sorry! sometimes humor gives us the much needed respite to face the myriad hues of a whimsical life. When someone close to us writes about a traumatic situation, we immediately become a part of it, and it no more remains simply a news item, to be shrugged off as an unfortunate incident. I could empathize with the fear, shock, awe and prayer in your words. Mother Nature in all her glory continues to humble our perceptions of invincibility.. For nothing stands in the way of her wrath.. I really hope and pray for the people in the midst of devastation.. May God give them the strength to overcome their losses and rebuild a better future!

Hi waiting for those words describing the one you want to write about:) meantime from what i remember- a unique confluence of fluid vibrancy cascading into quiet strength.. And the heart feels the whirlpool.. The silence.. The abandon.. The light.. In different stages capturing this synchronicity of manic abandon and settled peace..

How about 'soft strength'?

A tongue-in-cheek one can be 'unflappable wings':) A Freeheartedly impassioned precocious imp?

Most of us are angry at our loved ones.. but none able to care enough to help the change possible that we expect..

We hold a lot of grudges against people around us.. unaware of the 'destruction' we are wreaking within.. while the other moves on unaware.. carefree..

we make rules to make life easy for us.. and become their slaves instead..

If we have a disagreement about something.. we fight with the person.. and not his point-of-view..

how can we not rejoice.. how can we not be shamed.. by the seamless cohesion of a thought.. defying man's audacious boundaries..

Life's subtle nuances and fleeting tangencies determine the imprints of our tread.. that need simply to meld into the sand..

Every experience is unique to that moment.. determining the next step of our life.. though the way might be the same.. our perceptions define the range

we see..

In a recent fire, Two of our neighbours refused to abandon their in-laws, stoically watching everyone else vacate the building.. if history teaches by example why no one regales moments like these to the stigma attached to this relationship.. our lives are filled with moments like these.. that somehow get overshadowed by momentary grievances..

If through hypnotic regression we can return to any past life, does that mean our own mind is the author of our story.. making all these worlds 'real' for us, becoming both victim and judge.. until we learn to center it enough to truly 'live' a single moment..