I live on forever.

Note:-The first stanza is inspired by the poem “the brook“.

And people may come 
and people may go,
but in my eyes,
i live on forever.

For the world is nothing
but what i perceive
and a coloured chart
which has my blood
and my thoughts
as the hues which
lend it,its meaning.
Nothing is bigger than what i see
and nothing is smaller than what i see,
all are as free as i see them free.
Everything to me revolves around me
and imagination is a world where in
everything has its own capable need.
from nowhere descends thoughts,
except by instinct
and in it i will dwell till i go extinct.
Words are mere forms of expression
thinking the base to factual actualization.
Yet behind art lives a thought
which captivates and helps cultivate
a sense of belonging to fulfill
the aesthetic longing.
In a world of azure skies
and pretty ornaments
who skid along the vast screen-
as if my thoughts from somewhere
wanted to know the way to heaven’s street,
walk across me-the belief that though
tangential might be the senses hold,
it is what helps us tell and be told.
At that point we see and try to be
and belong to this nether land
under the sky which holds the universe
and so the horizon dream.

History in yards and yards of cloth
and palm and paper and what not,
yet nothing can be learned
unless within them they have a yearn.
Tomorrow’s life is today’s dream
and yet today we see ourselves
the harbinger of our doom tomorrow.
Every step we take
and every action we commit and help make,
we induce and refuse the forces
within which act as the futures prefaces.
In grandeur and beauty we might fall,
yet their magic lasts as long as we a part.
And when the haze disperses,
we find in our mind’s purses
that we have been spell bound
by something that was built with a pound
of flesh and ounce of blood
and beyond that the thoughts on which
the lusty past fed.
Yet in pitiable reverence we seek to praise
those who moved the stones
and covered a scar with a tattoo
instead of the thinker who
decided that it shall be made beautiful.

Want is creed essential
as belonging is vesper real.
for if not a faith be there
and if not a God to, we plead,
the only want which shall live
is that to live alone
and not the wish of some
glittering crown
nor the heart of rustic brown.
And to live we shall think
for survival is the base
and life the face,
and that face shall be clean
and serene just like
it should be-not with a hung
heart and a formless love,
but one which goes higher than the clouds.

Misery is not what your friend has
and you don’t,but what you have
and that your friend doesn’t.
Yet for the one who truly owes
there is no misery
as he is enough profound
to know what is the right sound
and in what he is bound.
Happiness is a spark
of madness ,where in the touch,
if sustained leads to joy-
wet paint
that can either portray a beggar,a saint
or a maid or a triad or natures marvelous
mysteries and life’s magnanimity.

And in joy lies my eye
past misery and history
beyond the forest of trees
and gardens of vegetables and weeds,
where all that i see,
is a sensation which transforms
into me and my hands speak for me.
For never can the eye or hand lie,
the one who is controlled self
is all but his given his soul for theft.
Freedom is not buying wings
nor is it living in poverty
but seeking the pinnacle
which within you,you see.
And for humans and life, life
will flow on and things
might never end from here on
and since my life is all
but worth a vociferous bubble’s
being,it is delight to be alive
albeit the grey illusions
that make neither day nor night.
There is only one fight
that is surely not for might is right.
Forever from the edge of a ocean
within me i travel with devotion-
to me and my proposition.

And people may come
and people may go
but in my eyes
i live on forever.

the light shines the brightest

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There are a few things,which deserve no words.For the simple fact,words are too low a decoration for them.I doubt if any one today can carve something like this.But i don’t blame people for not coming with such stuff today.Our style now is special too,in its own way,it a stage in history.

Just imagine how much of work the person who made this must have put into the piece.(S)he did it for a living,for a little bit of money.But did (s)he really do it for the money?couldn’t (s)he have done it for his passion?How much of the artist can we find in this work? 

I think,there is love behind this.Love for himself/herself.There is always sense of peace ,when you do something which you love.But then,we all know,that if you are born into a family of carpenters you work with wood.So did the artist hate what he did? And forced himself to do it?What do you think? Was it to satisfy his stomach or for the love of his work? 

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Order and beauty contest-poll

Order and Beauty.

For this one there were four entires 🙂 And here they are:-

1)Paul’s:-

A Nose in a Rose

She ordered a rose and it was a beauty
She powdered her nose and used it profusely.
She ordered her servant to bring it to sniff –
“I won’t” said the maid, and said it quite snooty.
Her mistress just then had a tickle and wheeze
And out of her nose there came a great sneeze:
The orderly napkins and trimmings for tea
Arrayed on her table to stunning degree
They shuddered and shook and then flew in the air –

“That sure was a beauty,” the maid did declare.

2)Rekha’s:-

6)
I see ur face
in the beauty
of this phase
of sun’s duty
The shining ball
far behind the hall
tells me ur grief
of what i never wanted to be the chief

3)Jane’s:-

1st pic: (with the 2 long white stems)
He was a young lad who held his head high, like he had two huge, white horns- hIS ego never gave him a chance to KISS..
2′nd pic:(with teh pink flower)
She was a full-bloom lady with bright pink cheeks- the pink cheeked MISS.
3′rd pic: (the floral arrangement)
Marriages are made in heaven, and the two of them got into an ARRANGED alliance of BLISS.
4′TH pic: (fulla pretty flowers)
The two of them loved each other and their love took physical shape in the form of 10 KIDS.
5′TH pic: (the chair with stars and holes in the back support)
They soon became one with the stars and gaping holes in the sky. The world without them became an empty chair and a sad ABYSS.
6′TH pic: (the skies, dusk, shadows and electricity lines)
But even today, when you look into the starless sky, their love plays a beautiful shadow on the dusky, monotone background. Then, you feel their love, and an electric chill gives your spine a nostalgic, whacky KISS..

4)Siddharath’s:

One moment led to a Buddha, a Gandhi, an OshO.
Rendering them such power, a nation they could steeR.
Depriving themselves form petty desires,their souls they freeD
Enduring all odds, reached the highest pinnacles with easE.
Reticence not being a virtue, words were their speaR
Austerity being the media,they penetrated all human stratA
Noble in their approach, yet they forced all into deliberatioN.
Dictators and imperialists too felt compelled to pay them heeD.
Baffled by them are many,many try to wear that garB
Enlightenment evades them, as the truth they fail to seE
Alacrity with reticent desires would lead to it’s alohA
Ubiquitous are their teachings,waiting to be learned by yoU
Treading on their path will not be easy,it’s a very long fighT
Yearning to be enlightened will not do, my friend,you have to trY

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So,those where the four entries for this week.I know a few of you asked me to place the poll on the sidebar,i promise to do it the next time( i am not able to find the right widget).Anyway you can vote till Tuesday evening(IST 6:00 pm) 🙂 after which i will publish the results! So who do vote for this time?

beauty! oh! beauty!

beauty,oh! beauty you ask me!
I say it is something that is too sane to be defined,
i say it is something too insane to be defined.
Oh! beauty is the wordless smile,
beauty is the painful eyes,
beauty is here,
beauty is there,
yet there is one beauty and that is
the beauty of the eye.
Why so?
what you see,is what strikes,
what i see makes me like.
What is beauty?
but an innate thing,
what is beauty but a surrender,
where even the ether seems too light,
and the pain of years gone by,
give up and let go and you feel
the old-new sensations.
neither past nor future has value,
everything that is present,
is all that matters
and love oh! love and hate
breath fire and waves of water beat,
but beauty is all and death too
for inspiration is all beauty is a part.
Who can write about beauty,
except express it as something beautiful?
What words can decorate a flower?
what hands can destroy water?
who can blow the sun apart,
who can make the moon dark?
Who can make man ugly?
who can love as love is?
none can for everything is beauty,
in beauty
there is peace,
in beauty a storm,
he or she,
doesn’t matter,only free,free,freedom
does and what would you care for ?
To dance to the songs of the wind and rain,
to just let go and insane.
To think of nothing but peace,
to enjoy nothing but the universe,
everything is something
and beauty is in all,
oh! beauty,beauty,wish i can be lost,
forever,so that i never
need to face the dusted earth
so that i needn’t fight or lose face,
but then all those are you too,
and oH! beauty,
i am breathless,how can you?
How can you?
haunt me like night long nails?
how can you tickle me with feathers?
how can you say good is bad
and bad is good?
how can you lead me ,
with a trust into a never ending race?
Why so ,why so,is it wrong to like
you beauty?Or are you a little devil
in whom i find pleasure like whole of humanity,
what oh! love what it is,
take me to a girl and i want to see
you in her,
i want to be set free,at least let me
escape from your hands,
yet let not,for i crave for your
lust,oh! beauty,i want your love,
i want to reach heavens,
in a matter of seconds,
i want to reign with glory,
on this lifeless body,
i want to imitate your story,
and ape your beauty,
for i too am beauty
but my glory has lead me blind
and i can’t see.
Open my locks,oh! you sweet,
open my heart and it be free,
i don’t like this life among humanity,
all i want is you beauty,
oh! love take me,free me,
save me,
all I wish is that i will be
as you are,beautiful and profound,
i want to reach for the stars
as if it were my life,
i want to hate man more,
so that i can dance to the score.
OH! beauty be yourself,
take me along
let us enchant,
i want to be with you,
take me,take me,
set me free,
i want peace,
and let my assassin be you,
beauty! i love you beauty!

Order and beauty-contest

First the last week’s winners… It was a tie between Sameera and Manoj 🙂 Congratulations you two !! 🙂

Now for this week’s contest:-

Beauty and Order are the words.Using these two words  write a poem/story/prose. If you want you can use the pictures below to complete your writing 🙂

The contest is open till Friday 6:00 pm ISD.After which there will be a poll to decide the winner 🙂

All the best everyone 🙂

the pictures:-
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2)

3)

4)

5)

6)

tagged!

Inspiration is the word and inspired i am! SF has passed this one 🙂 And this is going to me my most fav tag,till date 🙂

Inspiration is everywhere…the sun,the moon,the walls,why even your eyes,your hands,your fingers,your nails,even the dirt stuck in it!

I have written a lot about it..see here…Yes even an poem about it…see here.

Anyway i am not going to give  the links and things 🙂 So inspire?

Beauty if a matter of perception and so is inspiration.When i post pictures,they must inspire you to respond.And that is because it is beautiful.To get inspired you need to see things the right way.All i do,rather all my eyes ever do,is see things.I don’t know how it happens but whenever i see something i seem to see it differently.And then my mind reacts in its own way.Now whenever i write,it is lesser of me as a human but more of me as an inspired individual or well an alien in his own world .The reason why writing is special to me is because it is way i escape into things.When i don’t like something,i can let go of the anger through writing.Of late,I have started writing more and more because i see a lot of things which need to written about.

Anyway enough about me for now…I can write yards and yards,but will spare you now 😉

I pass this on to

1) Nita

2)Nikhil

3)Aarti

4) Sakhi

5) anyone else,it is just that i want to read the answers of the above 4 😉

of love,beauty and freedom

Love,it is beautiful.
The heart warms to the love,
shove,shove,
you push the gloom away
and your’s shines, like the sun in may.
tears roll,not to cry,
it is an eternal joy,
a jocund memory,
it is itched into eternity,
as the one which set everything free.
In elation
you rise,rise
OH! you become wise!wise!
So wise that magic
is the reason for everything tragic,
that you enter the secrets
which you wish were your penance.
You learn a million things,
oh! wise one,
you crave for a million other!
You perceive a flower,
the time has been shrunk into an hour,
in the height you stand,
misery feels so low,
low,low,low
that you never want to bow!
Who cares about money?
Why life is just too lovely!
you forget your skin
and grow fins and wings
and everything just begins!
fresh,fresh,fresh,
so fresh,that a flower
looks too old,
so old,that it is an antique beauty!-
oh!you age,
you magnanimity and knowledge,
I am humbled,
i fumble,i fume
then i laugh
for your joy is as mine,
mystic and magic,
the universal music!
song, oh! song
whose high notes
set free into us,
parley with the angle,
who met the devil
in the jungle,
the jungle of joy
joy,joy,joy,
the hungry everylasting
joyous joy,simplicity,
pacific peace,oh!
the one in lease is set free,
we are all from the same family tree.
In seven heaven,
ether seems too soft,
you burst with ale high laughter,
only ale less,you
fling your arms ,the key
to the door is opened!
You see the sky,
you dance the meadow,
you sing the rain,
even though it all seems insane.
Life no more is mundane,
there is no need to refrain,
go ahead,jump,
jump,jump,run
and savor you lover,
the earth and humanity!
between seas,
between weeds,
nothing seems,
to bite,everything gives you light!
You have fought your self,
and the death of your worst
half,resulted in the half mast,
but now burst on,you bubble,
the air shall carry you,
sail on threw,
go down history,
for love is beautiful!
Love all,
and tell a prayer,
you are the savior ,
you dared to love,
for that our love,
even though we ululate you,
we will remember you,
our true love,
love on,sail on,
see you at the sea,
when our hull’s meet,
we will drink for humanity
and what we have in common,
love and insanity!

nay purpose,nay life?

so a lack of purpose,
led to creation,
and we are all suffering
without any ultimate relation.
A knowledge ,from past
has ceased in its grave,
for there is no purpose to save?
then why live?
then why remain static,
in a world which is,yet dimensional?
if purpose is none,
why have anything at all?
if purpose is none,
then none exists behind
the dark universal veil?
If there is no ultimatum,
if there is no purpose,
then why should we breath?
or for that matter breed?
If no purpose can be found,
behind every wall or cloud,
then why have them all
scattered around in the reason
-purpose dead intersection?

if there is no purpose,
then why be born?
then why be dead?
why cannot we be static at rest?
what laws define the infinite
finite,which at its shore
impresses a sense of profound secrecy?
Why a humbug race called humanity?
which though bothered to define humility,
is at most times is full of hypocrisy?
Why if no purpose exists,
should a few strewn reminiscences
of ancient quest be buried,
deep inside a sands hurried?
Why at all if no purpose exists,
do we even seek a knowledge
which we believe will free
us of this mortal bondage?
why do we seek purpose?
for what do we seek purpose?
what is the origin of need
to be purposeful?

If purpose can define life?
then what is it?
yet we seem to think
that ,not a purpose exists,
but an infinite might,
which we call as the universe
and our own selves.
What is the cause of the universe?
or is it too a purpose lost
thought,an impossible notion,
in the minds of creation.
Yet we say none exists.
so i ask what is the purpose
of non existence? whence
does it appear,a need to
fill an aesthetic grotesque
art,with a perception
which not even the artist
knows of, even in completion?
are we too small to see
purpose?Why are we, then too small?
Is there an end,where purpose
ceases,where purpose breaches
none but it self to annihilate
itself and reveal the true core,
even if it is sore core,
after all the dark drills it bore?

If purpose exists to everything,
then let it be in everything.
I am aware yet cannot perceive.
are my dimensions too cute
that the gory art of purpose
falls at its beauty? if so,i say
none matters,but the purpose,
for which i seek purpose be filled.
For the perennial universe
of questions,which all seek
a divine purpose(which is all),
there is a perennial universe
of solutions and answers,
one which parallel yet the same
as the question.If both nay
exist,then no theism can be filled,
for money might be made of matter,
yet its value is of the administrator.

Purpose,i ask what is your purpose?
If love fails purpose,
then let everything be struck by it,
so that none question you,
who is full of unknown purpose.
If love it is,let it be,
we are all blind and cannot see-
a love which is too big that
only our breath is able
to perceive, a taste which our
knowledge initiates us to believe
that it is the blush of love,
which is the fodder,
to fill our hunger-
derived from the thirst of purpose.
If lot it is,
then let it be love,
which paints the world,
for if not the world will lose purpose,
in seeking purpose,you
who is sly as a shadow,
who is the hands behind
the wheels of destiny,
which we say is the purpose.

Purpose,purpose,purpose,
let us ,love us.

the light shines the brightest.

FORCES,PACT AND THE LIGHT

The world has different forces,
all our lives have different courses.
there is no need to be regretful,
ultimately everything is beautiful.
Each force in the world plays a part,
each has a cause and will depart,
once it has done its preordained part.

the world has different forces,
everything from an ant to the roses,
everything from a fish to humans,
has a purpose and that is its summons.
the forces initiate and instigate
energies which then elevate
a being,into the world which in levitate.

we all have a pact to break,
no it is not fake,
it is for our own sake,
it is the one which will make,
or break our destined place.
It is a knot in destiny,
it needs to be undone,
It is what causes us to run,
it is what causes us to cull
all our own tool,
which is the gift
of the divine manifestation in us.

To break that we need energy,
the world is full of energy,
yet the one we need,never seems
to come to us.I seek an energy,
which is so old,that it might be cold,
but i am being told by anything
where i can find that something.
i can feel the old pains,
from some unknown place,
a kind of de-javu which
i never owned,but was a due,
which i failed to pay.

Now a pact needs to be broken,
that pact is where a war will begin,
one which will being at its own end,
which will take a circle and begin
at its own origin.
What is the cause of all?
what causes the extra-ordinary?
if time is a subject of destiny,
then everything is embedded in
the cause of causes.
if destiny is a sand grain in time,
then the world is a slave
of a ruthless master which we
all hear of,but have never seen.
The absolute truth is one
which is constant,
yet at a needed moment
it all becomes illusive,
what is the truth?
what is the way to break the illusion?
is it the sight into the
nothingness? or is it the
illiterate stubbornness which
we all try to hang on to?
For a pact to be broken
does it require just bravery
or is it the pure faith
in our ability?
what is the key,
to unlock me,from
the cells of me?
for everything i know,
i need my light,
till then i cannot fight,
yet i am forced to be
something, a ghost left
to wander spring,waiting
for the arrival of autumn,
when the birds will
not hum and the air will
be silent and calm.

The light from distant starts
arrive,i need to derive
strength from those distant lights.
As i draw every breath,my body,
as a tool ,is entrusted into a higher
need,at each stage wanting something
better,bigger,higher-an unknown infinity.
whenever i reach that point,
a vertex in trinity,one but three,
which finally is us,who are free,
yet a slave to our destiny.

let the world be the world,
let not the world be hurt,
let no self-destruction take place,
let all the race be the race,
let us see our faces,
let us all gaze into the maze,
and let go of this mortal phase,
mortality is lost when,
sense sense of reality is found.
let us not be always on the ground,
let us not be bound,
let us be ourselves-profound.

Let the light shine the brightest
THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST.