How far will you go to Win?

Fighting through the tides to reach the destination I know not. The sea seems to be relentless. The compass directs nowhere, is it the right way? Confusion never stops; I stopped, looked back, oh! I have come a long way, the way I never choose to discover.

Do I go back, but where do I go? I grinned, to see no trace of land. The waves ruthlessly curved my way, but I am alive, alive just to witness more of it. The struggle seems worth.

The sense of dying along with the urge to survive sparks up life process. We grow, procreate and become obsolete; we lose at the end, but who gives up. Someone wise once said that—“Something that doesn’t kill you make you stronger”.

The stronger we are, the immortal we get, and the only way to get stronger is to put oneself to the unfavorable condition. We try and create favorable atmosphere and then sing the glory of immortality—that’s convenience.

Star shines bright when burnt within, only to realize

it’s immortal at the end and merges into the space where everything exists with no dimension of time and space, and that’s where you lie.

The Unusual Tale Of Unhappiness!

Happiness has always been overrated; why not try knowing about unhappiness today; inspired from few who choose to live unhappily and are yet happy. The definition of happiness is what I don’t quite understand.

Driving through the highway of happiness— found nothing more than a sinister glare. I fell into the predicament of the choices made; the path had nothing new to offer than the known. I went berserk with what I knew will always show up.  Surprises vanished; the path always had what I anticipated for.

This followed with introspection— am I driving the right highway? Can’t the path be anymore monotone? There was nothing more to look forward to. Awww!! What a dreadful thought. Never realised happiness could mean this.

On one side of the mundane happiness— we fight, we mutilate, we incinerate and on the other we look for more of it. The struggle to be happy drives us more to be unhappy.  This questions our understanding of being happy and drives me to do the undone.

Someone wise once said— ‘to leave the good that I had in hand, In hope of better that was uncouth’.

The worlds we create out of our own imagination take a new toll while looking through the uncouth. Here what we see is what we never have and that’s where the journey begins.

The promises we make, the ideas we behold fades with time. There is nothing to anticipate, and what comes the way is what you live for. The mystery is endless and the path has nothing more than what lies at the moment. It seems you become the Maya to play with the Maya.

Hold on!! That’s not it. Life has much more than what meets the eyes.

Why not choose to be unhappy for once, and begin our journey, all the trouble might take a different turn. You never know.

Cheers!!

The Ride

The obsession of freedom drove me away from all

I have nothing to cling on

The freedom I longed for bared my soul

I have nothing to offer nor anything to hold on to

No safety you demand for

Just the freedom to my will

That's all I have.

Gone Wild!!

I am a sinner, not so popular,

A sinner who tries living multiple lives,

Never owned a moral compass that defined self or,

A fixed personality to adhere.

An inner indecisiveness always rules

To be all, an identity I try to hold,

Push me into trouble.

Was that me? Who else can I be,

Or am I the rider gone wild who has nothing to gain, nothing to lose,

Nothing except to glorify every experience as a piece of art.

Innocence of Mountains!

Tall, majestically it stands, nothing to dither its path;

Home to many unknown, lavish trees, crystal clear spring,

Adds to its magnificence.

Untouched is its innocence, like a child playful, like a thunder powerful.

Let's not inject it with the pretense we adhere to.

Let the mountains be innocent.

Let the souls it nurture be its ally.

Let's not help them with our wants

Let the mountains be innocent.

The Fallacy of Misplaced Concreteness !

What if we discover that we were totally wrong about everything and we probably were, thus it takes courage to be in the quest of 'what is'.

Then comes our preconception of what reality is or supposed to be. Evidently, the question rushes in our conscious mind of who we are, how we are supposed to live, whom we are supposed to hang out with, what are we supposed to accomplish in life, or what gender are we meant to be.

It is important to realize how we have been living in a matrix controlled by forces consciously/unconsciously, we have no idea about. Who we really are, what are our potential, what we have to offer or what life can offer us? The mind floods the brain with uncertainties.We all try to be free and know our real self. However, before we try knowing, it becomes important to surrender the false self or come to terms with it and that's where the complexity lies.

The real self is very simple, there is nothing to know. In fact, you have got to forget everything known and delve into the unknown to know it.

For that matter, the religious text has nothing to offer, and it makes no sense reading books and learning about other people's ideas when we are already filled with so much of our own. If you read books, read it in a 'class situation' where any misconception grown out of the interpretation of what you read and what the author has put in gets straightened out.

My words will never propagate any idea, it might help you let go of the already existing ideas so as to have an experience of the self when you are completely out of ideas.

Before you ever had any idea, 'silence of the self' was what prevailed and that's all we strive.

Let me be Selfish!

With the world running through the wave of self-empowerment, where freedom, love, and gratitude are the keys to the existence, how far can we go being selfish? The society for that matter believes in a more pragmatic approach towards helping self with the motive of helping others, encouraging one to multitask, and that's where we all trip.

It might sound contradicting when on one hand we propagate on 'being self' and on the other 'being selfish' becomes derogatory. Such a commotion indeed! we are often left to choose when nothing needs to be chosen. We give when we have nothing, we teach when we know nothing. The strategy we incorporate to exist in harmony creates discord. Apparently, it's more of the war we wage with ourselves than with anybody else.

This is when selfishness becomes crucial, people now are trying to give more than what they have. We give love, advice when we ourselves aren't filled up with, and in the end left with nothing. What we had given, we never truly had for ourselves and the cycle of depression, hatred, self-dislike, pain sets in. Well, it is more of a self-inflicting pain the world's into than what is.

The world might quote me the blasphemer, however being selfish is the new selfless, selflessly loving one has become more important than the self-inflicting nuisance. This reminds me of someone once said-- “Only a cup filled with water can overflow fullness”.

Peace !!