Hammock of thoughts

could not walk or do yoga yday as had a real bad attack of migraine.. the sun is a resplendent orange orb.. the boats the barges all seem to have frozen in place in silent witness to this royal ascent.. the sea blushingly touched by wayward hands of sunshine.. there are dark clouds in the sky.. taking on myriad shapes in their quiet game of dumb charades.. and sometimes random hearts join in trying in exultant discovery of their senses.. spied a huge tortoise in the sky today.. as if trying to say its okay.. slow and steady will win the race.. really need to work on responding instead of reacting to things.. slow down inside.. and bring out the inner glow.. stop trying to put life out there.. to impress others.. be happy in who i am at a given moment.. and if not then try to work on improving myself.. making my conscience the yardstick of my actions.. being strong within.. strong enough to control my thoughts.. to dismiss my thoughts.. to scold my thoughts.. to discipline my thoughts.. to have fun with my thoughts.. to enjoy my thoughts.. to make a world in my mind where i can sit and enjoy the sunshine.. hear the birdsong.. swing on the hammock of thoughts or lie in the lap of nature.. secure.. relaxed.. contented.. loved.. blissful.. peaceful.. at home.. 

Thought-notes

Beautiful morning.. just to be able to see the sunrise everyday is an indescribable experience.. a blessing bestowed by myself.. the birds flying about freely soaring in the sky.. calling out in exultation.. just humbly uplifts your spirits into the phenomenal power around.. and the lack of faith and trust within.. sheer poetry painted across the horizon of the sky.. the surface of the sea.. everyone playing their designated instruments.. holding up brushes dipped in hues of that moment.. stringing thought-notes that meld into the fabric of the cosmos.. life seems like a comprehension, where you take birth holding the outline sketch of your life.. but the story depends on how our thoughts want to write it.. a choice that we have.. stop envying the bird in its flight.. for freedom is innate.. and given to each one of us to write our own story..

Random letters

the sky was so pink in the morning around 6am.. with shapeshifter clouds playing dress up with each other donning dark and light shrouds.. the birds seem really quiet today.. this lady is listening to shri sai namo namah jai jai sai namo namah.. and there is this beautiful fragrance in the air of some incense.. the sun is really high up now.. what has really been troubling me lately is my diet.. it seems to have really increased.. dont know what vacuum its trying to fill.. but i really need to work this out.. am happy in myself.. happy with myself.. singing aloud and dancing in the kitchen.. music sparkles my insides.. undulating the joy into rhythmic carefree moves letting go of the self so tightly held within.. we compulsively don worry like a skin that gives us a sense of being alive.. trying to gauge whatever meaning we can in random letters that spell distress.. 

Expression of God's love

have started coming 15mins early to be able to enjoy the sunrise.. which is yet to happen.. it is broad daylight.. but the sun has yet to come out.. the sky is really clear with diffusing shades of red pink and orange from where the sun will rise.. can hear strange bird sounds all around.. saw a crow skiing in the breeze almost.. with both its claws held tightly together and wings widely spread out.. it just let itself go.. enjoying its abandoned flight.. the sun has just come out.. a beautiful orange orb.. compelling.. attracting.. wooing my senses.. to hold on.. to hug.. to let go of myself.. wish i could silence my thoughts.. quiet my words.. and be a child in the lap of nature.. today my thoughts have been really chaotic.. despite the early hours.. i feel we are just too conditioned to think of worse case scenarios all the time.. in order to be better prepared to deal with life.. and that is really messing up the whole environment around us.. unable to think happy thoughts.. we gallop on the back of random thoughts helter skelter.. falling.. hurting.. instead of taming them and enjoying the exhilaration of a great ride.. the sun is really high now.. and i can feel its rays warming every pore holding hands with the cooling touch of the breeze.. laughing.. playful.. exuberant.. nature loves us so deeply.. it just cannot be contained or described in words.. these are the silent relatives.. friends.. playmates.. toys.. vibrations.. that each one of us gets freely.. never alone.. always loved.. nature is the expression of gods love.. the way we show things to our children.. to play.. cajole.. console.. god paints the sky.. plays music over the sea.. dances on the breeze.. creates incessantly vibrant life all around afresh.. 

Strange code

the sky is a diffused orange where the sun is about to come out.. just love this hush.. this music in the air.. the sky vast enough to let so many fly free.. the earth vast enough for every tread.. the sea vast enough to hold a world within its depths.. the breeze talks to us in strange code.. writing a unique song all over our skin.. the sun is coming up now.. i am so in love with this sight.. this presence around me.. unbelievably beautiful.. soothing.. peaceful.. inspiring a dawn within.. of hope.. of love.. of humility.. of wonder and joy.. just hold on to these strains of notes.. stringing music within.. that needs to be felt.. throughout the day.. what a magical sight this round orange pregnant palpable orb is.. seeping into my heart.. in refreshing.. cleansing waves.. a crow calls out incessantly for attention.. light traffic sounds in the background.. and the strains of om sai namo namah walking with the lady on the terrace.. its been a good and tiring day yday.. even though it was a sunday.. everyday we discover new shades of love.. why let them be swamped under the mundane.. the pain.. the hurt.. the trivia.. and it has to be trivia because we forget about what can make us cry buckets today.. every moment bringing a fresh breath.. a breath that learns new words.. a new movement.. sometimes deep.. sometimes shallow.. writing the story of our well-being.. untamed.. imperative.. carelessly ignored.. craving for attention to its miraculous rise and fall.. one crow is screaming and burping at the same time.. 

Radiant blush

the sun has yet to come out.. there are so many things running through my mind.. a yearning to do so much.. but what could be stopping me.. except myself.. and all the pre notions that are there in my mind..believing our own stories, we do not give life a chance to help us be who we want to.. to do what we want to.. so the biggest hurdle in life is our own mind.. the sun is coming up.. a beautiful orange orb that calls out to touch.. to shut your eyes and capture the image for eternity.. a light breaking out from within.. its magnetic.. moving the earth imperceptibly.. every step needing that touch.. that warmth.. that light.. and now the orange has become so full.. ready to burst forth.. burning with so much love.. the sea blushing radiantly deeply as it reaches deep into her.. the birds hushed in complete awe.. coddled in the morning embrace of nature.. enjoying the little kisses of sheer love imprinted all over.. i thank god for letting me comprehend this beauty.. this love.. this wondrous gift to each one of us..

Divine playground

the moon was so beautiful today morning.. reclining on a bed of clouds.. as they tried ineffectually to lull it to sleep drawing cloud covers around protectively.. the moon feels so pure.. it just settles in your heart stringing divine music.. and the sun with its vibrant power tugs at our soul.. awakening our latent potential.. introducing with fleeting glimpses within.. a reflective self equally unsurpassed.. the sun is rising now.. an orange half circle.. peeping out of the arms of the sky.. throwing back the sheets of clouds languorously.. vibrant.. unmatched.. brilliant.. magical.. everyday it pulls me up.. compelling me to rise.. to greet.. to attempt to draw in my words a song.. a melody.. a euphony.. refreshed everyday.. an unquenched thirst.. yearning for another vision.. another song.. a new painting in my soul.. and i know i am loved so much.. secure.. humbled.. that someone can do so much.. every moment a new song.. a fresh vision.. touching me in unimaginable ways.. and we still give up on him.. thinking we are alone.. when this whole world was made into a playground just for us.. we are just not using our senses the way they were meant to.. every morsel untasted.. every note unheard.. every vision unseen.. every moment untouched.. every fragrance unfelt.. every thought unaware.. every lesson unlearnt.. to be happy.. we have to be happy.. 

Pirouette of worship

have so much trivia in my head.. stuff that is going to happen during the day.. are these waste thoughts.. trying to work out things in advance.. what we so proudly call planning.. strategy.. is this a part of our conditioning.. one that we need to break.. because most of our time is spent wondering.. and then living that reality which still has chance mixed in it.. so we live an undetermined reality twice or many times over.. depending on the duration of our concerns.. the sun is rising now.. an unbelievable strawberry color.. the brightest spark of color in the sky.. holding the power of life.. of light.. of warmth.. and of love.. i feel really blessed to be a part of this beautiful miracle treading the sky.. now a brilliant orange orb.. rising majestically moving the earths heart to see to feel.. a little more.. tiny steps in a slow pirouette.. of worship.. unaware of itself.. besotted in love.. there is a hush all around.. settling my heart too.. enjoying the tiny miracles of life.. wondering how we could miss out on these blessings.. these miracles.. these gifts of love.. incomparable riches that are our legacy.. one that we easily dismiss.. so used to the majestic splendour freely uniquely created around us.. ignoring the pure love of mother nature.. this life breath.. this body.. these elements..

Seasons of the heart

the sky held such beautiful hues in the morning.. clouds sunbathing in muted orange light.. while some dark with envy rush to veil it from sight.. their edges glowing despite themselves.. a heavenly light streaming through.. the sun rises bit by bit.. an inner radiance that dazzles.. there is a poet inside.. desperately seeking the music within.. do i need the words.. or the heart to string a song.. fingers of light comb across the sky.. highlighting clouds with streaks of unearthly light.. there are infinite gardens in our mind.. where we walk hand in hand with the people in our thoughts.. rearing the garden as per the climate of our reverie.. some a haven of fragrant flowers.. some a wilderness of weeds and thorns.. but we find room to sit.. long enough to affect the seasons of our heart.. the sun is high up in the sky.. brilliant.. defying us to look straight in the eye.. the same sun you can stare at mesmerized at dawn and dusk.. humbles you into looking away.. why do we question each other or protest.. at the changing seasons of our heart.. for like the sun.. a soul still remains the same..

Birdsong

the birdsongs were beautiful in the morning.. myriad tunes that made me want to break out in a dance.. early mornings are a special blessing to mankind.. a strange serenity as if the universe wants to hear our heart in hushed rapture.. nature holding out her hand to break out in an impromptu dance of pure exhilaration.. amidst divine music singing wondrous lyrics of life.. the sun has yet to come up.. everyday the mundane steps in.. crowds around.. like a flash mob.. and we get stricken into traumatic fear.. is that how one should lead their life.. the sun is up real bright.. its orange steps strangely hidden by some dark clouds.. only visible now as a brilliant orb of fire.. in all our definitions we forget to hold on to the essence of anything.. accepting facets is a part of the admiration of the whole.. 

Arms of the night sky

the sun is up in all its glory.. there is a strangely ethereal mystique to watching a sunrise.. one that never palls.. the freshness of the moment unique and beautiful.. it seemed like the sun had taken a dip in the sea.. and rose bit by bit.. a cloud cover forming glares as if to shade the world from the blissful expression in its eyes.. the sky was a unique meld of green blue.. seeping deep into my heart.. letting me feel and hold on to this excruciating beauty.. i realized today that its the light that lets us see the clouds.. else they hide invisible in the arms of the night sky.. like a blind person does not know the definition of color.. like we who are asleep do not know the feeling of being awake.. dont know what we are missing.. because we have never experienced it.. dont know it exists.. we live in limits and boundaries.. and all our definitions are within those lines.. we are studying and learning things and that becomes the outline of our life.. and we fill in our colors of life within that sketch.. when we were supposed to learn and study so that we could expand our minds beyond that.. to forget all that we have learnt.. to burn all the books we have read.. and write our own story as all roads lead us to the path that walks into our soul.. but we never walk that path.. believing it to be the end of the road.. education was meant to teach us to ask the right questions.. not just to learn the given answers..

Evening page

This is my first evening page.. its been a busy day at work.. i am trying to find myself through these words.. sifting through them.. a little familiar.. a little strange.. seeking the quiet lyrics that silence brings.. a life that is a display for the outside world.. decorated each moment with the quicksilver opinions around.. there is a shrine within.. waiting patiently.. so full of love and compassion.. in empathic understanding of a mind inflicted with a short term memory.. and in that moment of awareness i crave to worship.. to glimpse.. the idol within.. maybe i should start these evening pages and work out the wrinkles of my day.. 

Aqua sky

the sky was an unbelievable aqua green in the morning.. i can see the sun peeping through the clouds.. rising above and beyond each one of them.. crocodile shaped cloud almost seems ready to swallow it as it holds the sun open-mouthed.. spellbound.. the clouds seem to dress up the sky with their unique shapes and designs.. the sun filling its own hues to add to the ethereal mystique.. today i was wondering about our changing beliefs and how still we need them to be followed by everyone.. even though we only believe in them till the next experience brings a new one.. do these thoughts distract us from having a conversation with our mind.. are we so embroiled in them we dont have time to enjoy any experience.. as they pull us away sometimes as a streak of light.. sometimes riding into the darkness.. sometimes exhilarated flight.. sometimes depressed sinking.. but always erratic.. impatient.. jumping.. running.. racing.. always taking us along.. let us watch them at play.. just watch.. without joining their dance.. because we are meant to be here.. in this moment.. they can be our detached entertainment.. where we neither join nor react nor judge.. just observe and enjoy.. 

Orange haze

the sun rose out of an orange haze.. slowly.. step by step.. its muted light compelling.. to just take it all in.. and light up from within.. every morning gives us this inner light of joy.. of hope.. of life.. and the sun takes all our praises.. all our curses.. in its unblinking stride.. an unchanging nature.. a constant in our life.. the earth moving imperceptibly beneath our feet.. changing our perceptions accordingly.. we too have a sunshine within.. and all the light.. all the glory.. all the heat of the sun.. no cloud able to mar our rise.. but when our light begins to dim.. are the stars visible to us.. as the inner light of people around.. and the moon of our goodness ever present through our darkest hours.. at 5.15am the birds compelled me to come up with their exquisite song forming a symphony that settled in my heart as it too strung a melody all its own.. tried asking myself the question who am i.. and the answer is there in words.. not as the essence i need to live.. the more i try to move towards the light.. the more i feel touched by humanity.. like a wall.. a code.. that mocks.. and laughs.. at the simplicity of its nature.. and the complexity of my mind.. 

Sales Pitch

have finished prayers and yoga.. the guys are traveling and the house is serene even at this hour.. no hustle bustle of morning routines.. no deadlines to make.. just an absolute quiet within and without.. met a friend yday who spoke quite at length about spirituality.. and speaking to her i realized once again there are so many sides of us.. each person meeting a side that can relate to them.. only an extreme select few meeting the different faces.. the different phases of us.. as a celebration of a soul.. that holds an infinite capacity to imbibe and learn.. being alone with my daughter i need to be more attentive to her emotional needs.. making up for the missing of the others.. try not to be reactive.. critical.. opinionated.. quick to jump to conclusions.. have to practice humility.. the most important lesson.. we are all holding a really great sales pitch.. always trying to prove our worth..