My Mood tonight.

Surrounded ,
my many close ones ,
I chose loneliness.

Simple in want ,
and desire ,
I chose the supernatural.

To live ,
I envisioned death
My soul motivator .

A reasonto die
in its quest.
I chose love.

A thought.

Let not my misery find flow in words,
nor mirror reflections of my inner soul.

To be read and reread,
to empathize with me ,my loss.

No words of praise,
for my cleverly strung words of intensity.

Just let me be.

I have dwelled for far too long
on subjects of love , longing and misery.
I have nothing left to offer you.

My longings are real fraught with pain .
Pray what kind of entertainment can I offer you ?

I have witnessed my hair's greying ,
Now ever so close to my day's evening.

Somehow I wish I was born differently,
For now just let me be.

Change is good.

Well, change doesn't necessarily have to be good. But then as an adult .. one cannot help but progress in ones outlook on life & relationships provided there is strength and substance in the reasoning.
Be it strengthening of ties or the severing of , change is there . Processes of reasoning , perception etc can alter ones view of situations , provide strength that can even surprise oneself.

A concept called Time.

( Just penning down a thought )
What is time but just a concept .

We wear watches to keep track of the moment. Seconds tick away but then does it really change the present?

The day is constant , the night too. Like all planets and stars in the solar system we are suspended for eternity or otherwise may be subject to an event which would terminate the existence or change the composition of matter .

I would rather say that events , happenings be it the setting of the sun , the condensation of clouds and thereafter rain are events ... Similarly in life , time measured in minutes and seconds doesn't really make sense , events be it our waking up in the morning , eating breakfast , going to work , playing , aging falling sick are events which we define by time. Events , the intervals between events , different events is measure by a concept called time. Time in itself is just a concept .

What matters are events.

Osho : thoughts

"If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be mirrored. Infinite emptiness will be mirrored: two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me." – Osho“Love has nothing to do with somebody else, it is your state of being. Love is not a relationship. A relationship is possible but love is not confined to it, it beyond it, it is more than that ~ man becomes mature the moment he starts loving rather than needing. He starts overflowing, he starts sharing, he starts giving. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena… they are together, and yet tremendously alone; they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality.”- OSHO

A handful of Stardust.

Dreams and more dreams .

Lives we spend dreaming for one happy moment , an aquisition, an attainment , a person , so very single focus in approach that happiness will only be achieved only on the attainment . Losing track of the present god given gift we possess ...Life itself.

I'm no different in any way, longing and hoping for things to go my way . Oblivious to my own existence of pulsating life within me . Heartbeats lost , wasted in worry and hope . Oxidation in full progress , losing the only other gift of time in the process.

How i wish to exist in my own shell of timelessness and fond memories . Of moments lived and moments to be 'lived' not passed through. Acceptance of my limitations as an insignificant creature with little understanding of anything , yet reveling in the glory and miracle of existence itself.

Dreams die and so do you . Why die while we live ?

I guess i should stop dreaming instead. Live life fully awake ... Dreams have no place in life.

Devdas (hic! ) ; ) read > Love and Alcohol

Could there be a better blend than in Devdas?

Glorifying the shenanigans of a love smitten character who seeks solace in the arms of an equally virtious prostitute at the same time extolling thebenefits of Daaru. ;-).

What a lethal combination!

The choreography, the sets.... the music ...all so perfect.But hey, whats the story?

A wimp of a guy who cannot stand up on his own two feet to marry the woman he loves...takes to the bottle..and unwaringly to a comfort woman...and finally the bottle gets the better of him.

’Grand Finale’ huh?

Don’t we hear of such Romeos in almost each and every village ,town, city of this district, state country.......world.A pretty bad example for youngsters to emulate.

Had Dave Das (americanized) probably taken the initiative to join Alcoholics Anonymous,..firstly we would’nt have heard of him ;-) ... but more important he would have probably cured himself of his addiction and would be found roaming the streets of Kalkatta humming ’’Paro ko goli maro’’

Probably the reason i give Devdas full marks is simply because i'm a sucker for good music and good choreography. Just awesome!

The story?Err well ...simply put...because Devdas was Devdas so im writing this review.

Thank you Dave where ever you are and thank u Bhansaleeji for the perfect music score.

Psst ! emotions..poetry..tears..wanna hear my own sad sob story? ;-D