The sound of your foot steps
The sound of the car door closing
The sound of the fan whizzing
Mean nothing to us.
They are just noise.
Waiting to filled with meaning.
As Silences scare us.
We need to feed our Silences
with music, television, phone calls, messages, people etc.
What are we so afraid of
Why can't we bear ourselves that we need to fill our Silences.
As we step out of the car we look for our earphones
As we wake up we look for our phones.
Before we go to sleep we look at our phones.
Why are we afraid of silence
Are we afraid we may hear something we might not like.
Why those endless phone calls without any substance
Why those million text messages the take out of which nothing
Why do we run away from our selves and hide among strangers
Knowing the truth and shallowness of a relation we hold onto it because we are afraid of the silence
Binge watching all those shows and movies to numb our mind
Only intoxicants are not a way to hide from ourselves
From the truth
The songs you play on loop
The friends you meet in cafes
The number you dial everytime you find yourself alone
Is that your life
Is it moving ahead
Or we are living in a loop
Falling in love with the same kind of people
Doing the same work you hate doing
Watching nonsense not knowing why you watch it
All to avoid hearing the silence
I still don't understand why
But I won't wait to be ghosted by someone
Or my broadband to disconnect
My phone to break
To hear the silence
To look within
Though scary I'll hear myself out
Though terrifying I'll try to be my friend
Though as intense as it may sound
I'll welcome the Silences
I'll talk to myself again
When you start hearing the silence
The noise makes sense
The calls, the messages, the shows
Everything makes sense
People make sense
You make sense to people
Know yourself before trying to know others.
Because as Jim said, "Who do you know even if they are sitting in front of you".
You can only know yourself truly
But that scares us then why are you interested in knowing someone else which you can never truly.
Know yourself & you know the world.
17 December, 2017
24 November, 2017
A Happy Post!!!
I don't know if I have written a happy post. But i have written quite a few grim posts. Questioning everything. Even the meaning of all of this. I understand a thing though, Life is what you make it to be. It's all in our heads. We can steer it where ever we want it to. Meaning of Life is the meaning you give it.
Or we are Truman's from the Truman show (Jim Carey). Whether we are controlled by a divine power or by some power hungry humans. We do have our corners where we could be what we want to be. There is some hope there. If you really want to accomplish something, the very act of attempting it will give you peace. Maybe peace is the wrong word. It will give you sustenance to look forward to another morning to get up and try again.
I have never seen anyone completely at peace if they are in this material world trying out things. But having a path helps. You are not so lost. No matter what happens in your life. You have a map to follow. It keeps telling you to take a right and then first left. You might put the breaks in frustration. But you start again. The voice would not stop until you start again.
I have been lost and frustrated more than I can count. But I have been crazy over the top happy too, many a times. Life is like that, I guess.
I wonder, If I didn't think about these things who would I be. If i was not always questioning What and where I would be.
I do dig tunnels and get cosy in there . Not wanting to come out. After every loss. But I can't deny the fact that I am ready for failure. I am always ready to take up a challenge and be open to failure. It was difficult at first. I fail more than I win but I remember less of the lessons from my wins. I think failure teaches you so much and makes you huge. I just had to be open to the pain. Open to navigate through it. I have learned it. It was not like this before. My growth has hastened. The point being not making the same mistake again. New mistakes are welcome. The more i fuck up. The less surprises there will be in future. For that I need to do more and more. Write more. act more. live more.
It is fun man. And thanks for reading all of this. I was surprised seeing the page count. I guess I have been writing regularly. So you have been reading regularly. A friend of mine offered to help with the grammar of my posts. I don't know. Maybe I will learn it myself. Not too late. All of my grammar is from the books I read. From my remembrance. I guess there are apps too to check the grammar. Will start writing good English soon.
Oh! Why is this a happy post? when all I talked about is serious stuff. Guess this is my happiness. This makes me happy. So in all of this thinking and questioning. During a conversation with a friend. I had an Epiphany about me as a person and as an artist. It made me so happy and clear. I was suddenly free.
Free from all of my concerns. Just one idea. One thought Made me free.
So, when anyone asks me or tells me, hey Man, you think a lot?
I gotta say, what's the harm in that?
Or we are Truman's from the Truman show (Jim Carey). Whether we are controlled by a divine power or by some power hungry humans. We do have our corners where we could be what we want to be. There is some hope there. If you really want to accomplish something, the very act of attempting it will give you peace. Maybe peace is the wrong word. It will give you sustenance to look forward to another morning to get up and try again.
I have never seen anyone completely at peace if they are in this material world trying out things. But having a path helps. You are not so lost. No matter what happens in your life. You have a map to follow. It keeps telling you to take a right and then first left. You might put the breaks in frustration. But you start again. The voice would not stop until you start again.
I have been lost and frustrated more than I can count. But I have been crazy over the top happy too, many a times. Life is like that, I guess.
I wonder, If I didn't think about these things who would I be. If i was not always questioning What and where I would be.
I do dig tunnels and get cosy in there . Not wanting to come out. After every loss. But I can't deny the fact that I am ready for failure. I am always ready to take up a challenge and be open to failure. It was difficult at first. I fail more than I win but I remember less of the lessons from my wins. I think failure teaches you so much and makes you huge. I just had to be open to the pain. Open to navigate through it. I have learned it. It was not like this before. My growth has hastened. The point being not making the same mistake again. New mistakes are welcome. The more i fuck up. The less surprises there will be in future. For that I need to do more and more. Write more. act more. live more.
It is fun man. And thanks for reading all of this. I was surprised seeing the page count. I guess I have been writing regularly. So you have been reading regularly. A friend of mine offered to help with the grammar of my posts. I don't know. Maybe I will learn it myself. Not too late. All of my grammar is from the books I read. From my remembrance. I guess there are apps too to check the grammar. Will start writing good English soon.
Oh! Why is this a happy post? when all I talked about is serious stuff. Guess this is my happiness. This makes me happy. So in all of this thinking and questioning. During a conversation with a friend. I had an Epiphany about me as a person and as an artist. It made me so happy and clear. I was suddenly free.
Free from all of my concerns. Just one idea. One thought Made me free.
So, when anyone asks me or tells me, hey Man, you think a lot?
I gotta say, what's the harm in that?
18 November, 2017
CRACKS.
Cracks.
Cracks are not mendable.
once broken a glass cannot regain it's structure
once broken a stone cannot regain it's shape.
Well well well
that is good for glasses and stones
Dont use this Simile for Human relationship
We can be broken
We can get cracked
but we can restructure reshape ourselves.
We are not substance we are in the horizon of energy.
Our friendships and relationships may gain from a crack.
If two want it to work
Crack may reshape itself into something better.
Once broken it could take a new better shape
Only when both of you want it.
Nothing is unmendable.
Nothing is left broken
Everything can find a new lease of life.
Only when you want it.
Only when you need it.
If you believe it is broken
Shape it up again.
Using the material that caused the crack.
Make it into something more beautiful.
Believe life can be mended.
You will not remain broken always.
It is only your outlook that decides it for you.
So what do you decide?
Is your friendship worth mending?
Is your love worth reshaping?
Is your family important to you?
For what is important.
You will find a way
To get rid of anger, guilt and shame.
To be rid of hate, agony and ego.
You will find a way.
The question here is:
Do you want to?
Cracks are not mendable.
once broken a glass cannot regain it's structure
once broken a stone cannot regain it's shape.
Well well well
that is good for glasses and stones
Dont use this Simile for Human relationship
We can be broken
We can get cracked
but we can restructure reshape ourselves.
We are not substance we are in the horizon of energy.
Our friendships and relationships may gain from a crack.
If two want it to work
Crack may reshape itself into something better.
Once broken it could take a new better shape
Only when both of you want it.
Nothing is unmendable.
Nothing is left broken
Everything can find a new lease of life.
Only when you want it.
Only when you need it.
If you believe it is broken
Shape it up again.
Using the material that caused the crack.
Make it into something more beautiful.
Believe life can be mended.
You will not remain broken always.
It is only your outlook that decides it for you.
So what do you decide?
Is your friendship worth mending?
Is your love worth reshaping?
Is your family important to you?
For what is important.
You will find a way
To get rid of anger, guilt and shame.
To be rid of hate, agony and ego.
You will find a way.
The question here is:
Do you want to?
16 November, 2017
Love & It's Million Interpretations.
Everyone has a different understanding of love. For each of us. It means something else. For me too It has been like that. I was always wary of declaring love. Comparing people rating them as to who I loved more. The questions like, Who do you love the most? are nightmares for every child. Specially when asked in the presence of subjects. I always avoided answering these questions or did I not. I have always been known to be brutal and straight forward. Love starts with the family and then comes love for an idea and then romantic love, which in turn gives you the chance to start the loop all over again for some one else.
I consider myself a skeptic in matters of love. From my early days, I was in love with acting. performing. the obsession to be a actor of some understanding. Someone who could create magic. But I tested myself. Did I really love or was it just another fascination. Again, the meaning is not quite clear. And what If I loved acting, Did Acting love me back? I didn't want to be an obsessed ass hole not getting the love back. slowly I realized , It was Mutual. I loved her and She me. It started becoming apparent when people would compliment me for my passion for this art. We were meant to be together. And I accepted this love between us or whatever it was. For me It is love of a life time. I was also scared what if I would not love acting after i point of time. What would happen then? I would become so lost in this vast world. Nothing to do, no where to go. But it was true I guess. I didn't have to put any extra effort. I didn't have to ask or beg for this love. I didn't have to show my earnestness. It was easy. Everything just fell in place. People started coming in my life who nurtured my talent. Seeing the passion. This one thing started defining me as it happens with all kinds of love. today, all of my existence revolves around it.
Everyone in my life has to bear this love of mine. hear romance stories that I keep telling them. What option do they have. If they want to be around me or spend time with me. I am only concerned with this.
But it has not been an easy relationship. there has been a lot of fight and drama. Where I have taken a step back. Started doing things I thought I deserved. Not this . I felt maybe acting is not meant for me. Everyone told me It was impractical thinking I could be an actor. But no one told me a small fire could burn the whole jungle. If I kept at it. I would be burning ablaze with this art and no one could see me as anything else. I and the art would become synonyms. The same people changed their views and vouch for my love. It doesn't matter. It didn't matter when it was Nay, It shouldn't matter when it is Yay. People say what they see at the moment, or what is the truth of their life. It means nothing to you . It should mean nothing to you. Because it is not a reflection of who you are but who they are.
I am not sad that I took a lot of time to accept my purpose in life. The passion never left me but I always questioned myself. Now, there is no doubt. Our relationship is so strong that I don't need to ask anyone if was any good. I know it in my heart what Happened. the truth is there for me to see. I can sense it. If I did what I meant to, no one saying otherwise can dishearten me. I know, I did what I wanted according to my understanding, maybe I need to work on my understanding. Or if someone praises me and in my heart I know I couldn't go the extra mile. They can't make me feel good. My relationship with my art is very personal and intimate. I don't need anyone else to tell me about my relationship. We don't need a counselor.
I'm glad for this part of my life. Of all the hurt and tears that go on because of our life dealings with other humans. My sleep has always been deep. My mornings always bright.
We all need to be in the company of humans. But knowing they don't hold absolute power over you is liberating. No one is more important than you. Everyone has their own dreams, ambitions and idiosyncrasy. Their behavior should never be the reflection of you. It is just their reflection and insecurities projected on you. Most of the time, people are talking to themselves. Asking questions and answering them. Most people are talking to a mirror. You are not there. So, don't let it affect you. In our relationship with fellow humans there is always a middle ground to be reached. But for all the middle ground you need to reach. Keep your self respect at the top of the ladder. Love has to be based on equality. A person who doesn't respect you now. Will not respect you in the future. A person who treats someone else ill will not treat you well. I see people being obsessed in romantic love. It hurts me to see them begging each other to be a part of their lives. Do you think your obsession is love. It can never be. The obsession will be over once you have acquired it. It is because you don't have it that you cry. Once you have it reality will hit you. But who thinks so much. At the end of the day, crying on your pillows, all you can say is, I want what I want. That's crap in plain terms. People who don't love themselves can never love others. The answer to our peace is not outside but inside. Try understand your idiosyncrasies more. the more you understand yourself. the more you can understand others.
My understanding has given me so many beautiful friends, lovers. But I always believe, in love both of you have to take a step. One step at a time.
Longing, begging will give you nothing. It is better to stay away from that person who treats you that way.
I find it hard to mention, I have seen many friends drowned in obsessive love, can't say I didn't deal with it too. I have, it was a lesson worth having. A understanding worth imbibing. It doesn't matter. Your obsessions will not help you. I have seen people hospitalized. A guy drowns himself to death in these obsessions. While a girl is treated like an object losing any kind of respect and love she had for herself. Take charge. Take charge.
Do you call this love? Love is like a light house which shows you the way in stormy night. Not something that drowns you. Love has to be between two things. It can never exist in only one object. That is not love only madness.
I am sure if I didn't feel loved by my art. I would have chosen a different path. I am a hundred percent sure. There is this poem by Gulzar on love. I just love it. Sharing it. If you had time to read my post you could listen to it too. It is more profound than my thoughts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Pak7A0165g
I consider myself a skeptic in matters of love. From my early days, I was in love with acting. performing. the obsession to be a actor of some understanding. Someone who could create magic. But I tested myself. Did I really love or was it just another fascination. Again, the meaning is not quite clear. And what If I loved acting, Did Acting love me back? I didn't want to be an obsessed ass hole not getting the love back. slowly I realized , It was Mutual. I loved her and She me. It started becoming apparent when people would compliment me for my passion for this art. We were meant to be together. And I accepted this love between us or whatever it was. For me It is love of a life time. I was also scared what if I would not love acting after i point of time. What would happen then? I would become so lost in this vast world. Nothing to do, no where to go. But it was true I guess. I didn't have to put any extra effort. I didn't have to ask or beg for this love. I didn't have to show my earnestness. It was easy. Everything just fell in place. People started coming in my life who nurtured my talent. Seeing the passion. This one thing started defining me as it happens with all kinds of love. today, all of my existence revolves around it.
Everyone in my life has to bear this love of mine. hear romance stories that I keep telling them. What option do they have. If they want to be around me or spend time with me. I am only concerned with this.
But it has not been an easy relationship. there has been a lot of fight and drama. Where I have taken a step back. Started doing things I thought I deserved. Not this . I felt maybe acting is not meant for me. Everyone told me It was impractical thinking I could be an actor. But no one told me a small fire could burn the whole jungle. If I kept at it. I would be burning ablaze with this art and no one could see me as anything else. I and the art would become synonyms. The same people changed their views and vouch for my love. It doesn't matter. It didn't matter when it was Nay, It shouldn't matter when it is Yay. People say what they see at the moment, or what is the truth of their life. It means nothing to you . It should mean nothing to you. Because it is not a reflection of who you are but who they are.
I am not sad that I took a lot of time to accept my purpose in life. The passion never left me but I always questioned myself. Now, there is no doubt. Our relationship is so strong that I don't need to ask anyone if was any good. I know it in my heart what Happened. the truth is there for me to see. I can sense it. If I did what I meant to, no one saying otherwise can dishearten me. I know, I did what I wanted according to my understanding, maybe I need to work on my understanding. Or if someone praises me and in my heart I know I couldn't go the extra mile. They can't make me feel good. My relationship with my art is very personal and intimate. I don't need anyone else to tell me about my relationship. We don't need a counselor.
I'm glad for this part of my life. Of all the hurt and tears that go on because of our life dealings with other humans. My sleep has always been deep. My mornings always bright.
We all need to be in the company of humans. But knowing they don't hold absolute power over you is liberating. No one is more important than you. Everyone has their own dreams, ambitions and idiosyncrasy. Their behavior should never be the reflection of you. It is just their reflection and insecurities projected on you. Most of the time, people are talking to themselves. Asking questions and answering them. Most people are talking to a mirror. You are not there. So, don't let it affect you. In our relationship with fellow humans there is always a middle ground to be reached. But for all the middle ground you need to reach. Keep your self respect at the top of the ladder. Love has to be based on equality. A person who doesn't respect you now. Will not respect you in the future. A person who treats someone else ill will not treat you well. I see people being obsessed in romantic love. It hurts me to see them begging each other to be a part of their lives. Do you think your obsession is love. It can never be. The obsession will be over once you have acquired it. It is because you don't have it that you cry. Once you have it reality will hit you. But who thinks so much. At the end of the day, crying on your pillows, all you can say is, I want what I want. That's crap in plain terms. People who don't love themselves can never love others. The answer to our peace is not outside but inside. Try understand your idiosyncrasies more. the more you understand yourself. the more you can understand others.
My understanding has given me so many beautiful friends, lovers. But I always believe, in love both of you have to take a step. One step at a time.
Longing, begging will give you nothing. It is better to stay away from that person who treats you that way.
I find it hard to mention, I have seen many friends drowned in obsessive love, can't say I didn't deal with it too. I have, it was a lesson worth having. A understanding worth imbibing. It doesn't matter. Your obsessions will not help you. I have seen people hospitalized. A guy drowns himself to death in these obsessions. While a girl is treated like an object losing any kind of respect and love she had for herself. Take charge. Take charge.
Do you call this love? Love is like a light house which shows you the way in stormy night. Not something that drowns you. Love has to be between two things. It can never exist in only one object. That is not love only madness.
I am sure if I didn't feel loved by my art. I would have chosen a different path. I am a hundred percent sure. There is this poem by Gulzar on love. I just love it. Sharing it. If you had time to read my post you could listen to it too. It is more profound than my thoughts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Pak7A0165g
13 November, 2017
Phantom Life
We find ways to torture ourselves. We find illusion in the mundane. We believe in things that don't exist. We look away from the truth. We want to worship false gods rather than relying on ourselves. We don't want to see the real problem. So we create fake problems and keep solving them in loop. The real issue staying as it is.
We find ways to hurt ourselves. We know there are things that are beyond our control. We can't stop ourselves from attempting to gain control over something which is beyond us. We build a world in our heads and chase it. We look for that Phantom world. What we chase is not there. What we are looking for is only in our heads. We are never ready to see the truth.
What if we were dedicated to the truth. It would hurt and torture us some more. But won't there be a chance to solve something that is there. We pray to things that don't exist, we love people who are a product of our imagination, we want to do things beyond our reach. What if we were dedicated to truth. It would be some Experience of life. What if we didn't live in our heads but in the real world. What if we saw everything for what they are. What if we could love the misgivings of life. What if we accepted this is what life is. What if we all came out of our heads and started communicating to each other in true sense.
What if we dedicated our life's to serve truth.
What would happen then?
Will we still feel tortured, hurt, betrayed, lost.
What can truth give us that illusions can't.
Will sticking to the honest happenings and not my interpretation and imaginary ideas save me.
Will I be saved?
What will become of me if i changed course and only believed in truth.
As an actor, I imagine things. Believe them to be facts and that makes me a believeble actor. Why do I do the same in life. Why ?
Sometimes, I feel it is truth that can save me. But everything is so bungled up. There is no difference between the projection and the object.
I might be part of a film that has been written by my incapable imaginary mind.
But who the fuck is directing it?
We find ways to hurt ourselves. We know there are things that are beyond our control. We can't stop ourselves from attempting to gain control over something which is beyond us. We build a world in our heads and chase it. We look for that Phantom world. What we chase is not there. What we are looking for is only in our heads. We are never ready to see the truth.
What if we were dedicated to the truth. It would hurt and torture us some more. But won't there be a chance to solve something that is there. We pray to things that don't exist, we love people who are a product of our imagination, we want to do things beyond our reach. What if we were dedicated to truth. It would be some Experience of life. What if we didn't live in our heads but in the real world. What if we saw everything for what they are. What if we could love the misgivings of life. What if we accepted this is what life is. What if we all came out of our heads and started communicating to each other in true sense.
What if we dedicated our life's to serve truth.
What would happen then?
Will we still feel tortured, hurt, betrayed, lost.
What can truth give us that illusions can't.
Will sticking to the honest happenings and not my interpretation and imaginary ideas save me.
Will I be saved?
What will become of me if i changed course and only believed in truth.
As an actor, I imagine things. Believe them to be facts and that makes me a believeble actor. Why do I do the same in life. Why ?
Sometimes, I feel it is truth that can save me. But everything is so bungled up. There is no difference between the projection and the object.
I might be part of a film that has been written by my incapable imaginary mind.
But who the fuck is directing it?
22 October, 2017
Poem of Desperation!!!
So much cry comes out of our hearts..
So much pain drips from our brains..
So much anxiety moves in our veins..
So much stress filled in our arteries.
With all this in our body..
We keep walking, talking, loving, laughing with others..
We all are the same in a sense..
We all are full of hurt in a sense..
How amazing it would be, if we could erase our pains..
But that's not how it is..
We all are build up to be desperate, needy,
For love, for affection, for attention.
Why Why Why???
Why so much desperation.
Why not assurance
Why not peace
Why not love
Why our being is so complex ??
Why are we so complex??
Why can't it be relaxed..
Why we need to be right.
Why do we need approval for being who we are..
Oh Dear!!! The pain's so much in everyone's eyes..
It just just twists my heart in knots when i see them..
Why is not there a single person without desires.
Why is everyone so hungry?
What do we gain from all this?
What is the meaning of all the suffering..
People strive not to react..
They meditate, they do all sorts of stuff
Some read stars some smoke grass..
What for ???
To ease the pain..
Some drink themselves to numbness..
They don't want to feel..
I have tried so much and so many methods for a calm mind..
For a heart, which distinguishes amongst no one..
I have fought so much with myself..
I have climbed such tall stairs.
I slip again and again..
I fail again and again..
People get the illusion of something nice and lovely..
But it's the same mud they see in them or elsewhere,,
I guess I have only managed to polish the exterior..
When will the shine enter my heart.. my veins.. my nerves..
When will I be above the mundane..
What is my path??
What path do I take??
So many questions.. through so much pain.. through so much loss.
Oh God!!! What is this place?
Where you dropped us into..
Full of so much hate..
Full of so much arrogance
Full of so much abuse..
Why have you made the vile things easier to imbibe..
Why ???
What game are you playing???
Everyday, Every hour, Every moment people debase themselves for selfish reasons..
What is the meaning of all this???
Why do we have to go through this?
Look for the positive you say, believe in love you say, believe in togetherness you say..
But the people who say they love you, are the ones doing the devil's work.
All we see is people working for themselves..
Why...
Why didn't you add care among the default settings?
Like a mother cares for her kids..
Why didn't you make us care for each other.
Why is being good a task?
So many questions... So many questions..
and no answers..
It is a war you say.. fight for the right side you say..
How do I know ???
Which side to fight for???
I can't even know myself ?
How would i know their hearts?
How would I know Which general to follow?
How Can I know ??? How will I know??
I can't I can't..
I'll keep writing poems of desperation..
Someday you give me an answer..
Till then I'll cry I'll cry..
And put my weapons down and wait for you to arrive..
Give me a lecture again.. like you did to Arjun..
It is no fun reading.. It makes no sense to me.. What you said to him..
Come be my Krishna.. I'll be in inertia till then..
I won't move an inch.. I won't support any one till you show me their hearts..
Make me see the truth.. or I resist to be a part of this Illusion you call life.
Time out god time out. I am not playing a rigged game anymore.
Time out!!!
-SA
So much pain drips from our brains..
So much anxiety moves in our veins..
So much stress filled in our arteries.
With all this in our body..
We keep walking, talking, loving, laughing with others..
We all are the same in a sense..
We all are full of hurt in a sense..
How amazing it would be, if we could erase our pains..
But that's not how it is..
We all are build up to be desperate, needy,
For love, for affection, for attention.
Why Why Why???
Why so much desperation.
Why not assurance
Why not peace
Why not love
Why our being is so complex ??
Why are we so complex??
Why can't it be relaxed..
Why we need to be right.
Why do we need approval for being who we are..
Oh Dear!!! The pain's so much in everyone's eyes..
It just just twists my heart in knots when i see them..
Why is not there a single person without desires.
Why is everyone so hungry?
What do we gain from all this?
What is the meaning of all the suffering..
People strive not to react..
They meditate, they do all sorts of stuff
Some read stars some smoke grass..
What for ???
To ease the pain..
Some drink themselves to numbness..
They don't want to feel..
I have tried so much and so many methods for a calm mind..
For a heart, which distinguishes amongst no one..
I have fought so much with myself..
I have climbed such tall stairs.
I slip again and again..
I fail again and again..
People get the illusion of something nice and lovely..
But it's the same mud they see in them or elsewhere,,
I guess I have only managed to polish the exterior..
When will the shine enter my heart.. my veins.. my nerves..
When will I be above the mundane..
What is my path??
What path do I take??
So many questions.. through so much pain.. through so much loss.
Oh God!!! What is this place?
Where you dropped us into..
Full of so much hate..
Full of so much arrogance
Full of so much abuse..
Why have you made the vile things easier to imbibe..
Why ???
What game are you playing???
Everyday, Every hour, Every moment people debase themselves for selfish reasons..
What is the meaning of all this???
Why do we have to go through this?
Look for the positive you say, believe in love you say, believe in togetherness you say..
But the people who say they love you, are the ones doing the devil's work.
All we see is people working for themselves..
Why...
Why didn't you add care among the default settings?
Like a mother cares for her kids..
Why didn't you make us care for each other.
Why is being good a task?
So many questions... So many questions..
and no answers..
It is a war you say.. fight for the right side you say..
How do I know ???
Which side to fight for???
I can't even know myself ?
How would i know their hearts?
How would I know Which general to follow?
How Can I know ??? How will I know??
I can't I can't..
I'll keep writing poems of desperation..
Someday you give me an answer..
Till then I'll cry I'll cry..
And put my weapons down and wait for you to arrive..
Give me a lecture again.. like you did to Arjun..
It is no fun reading.. It makes no sense to me.. What you said to him..
Come be my Krishna.. I'll be in inertia till then..
I won't move an inch.. I won't support any one till you show me their hearts..
Make me see the truth.. or I resist to be a part of this Illusion you call life.
Time out god time out. I am not playing a rigged game anymore.
Time out!!!
-SA
01 October, 2017
"The Choice"
Standing at the crossroads of making a choice. A choice between comfort and security or fighting the war for your dream. A crossroad where you choose Sucess or uncertainty. What the heart wants is always so complicated but it won't leave you till you look for it. Work for it. Fight for it. The choice is simple but still, we are fearful to choose it.
What if we go look for it and it is not there. What if we go do it and realize we are incapable. We keep doing things where we are certainly incapable but won't do something we could easily excel at because it looks like a long shot. Not happening. Crazy . etc. etc.
So we keep doing safe things. Safe for you maybe. But if your heart is not in your work how do you think will it turn out to be. For the people, you are doing it for.
The choice is simple always follow your passion. As I read recently in 'My Gita' by Devdutt Pattanaik. A Warrior cannot be turned into a poet or a poet into a warrior. We should respect the guna inherent in us. Gita doesn't talk about conversion but only the realization of potential.
What is our Potential? That is the question to answer. That is the question that we need to ask ourselves.
What is our inherent guna that needs to come out? What are you? Are you a mango tree or an apple tree? What can you bear? It is not about ambition or desire. It is simply the realization of potential.
But since we are terrified of heartbreak, and so we refuse to fall in love, we are terrified of failing, and so we avoid struggles. We are terrified of the outcome and so we refuse to take any action.
We always like to take the safe route. The road that can be seen. The road that looks clear miles ahead. A road that your heart wants to take is so dense with fog that you can't see even 5 feet ahead. So you get scared and change your track. What if the fog is just at the start? You will never know If you don't try that route? What else is there to figure out? Nothing.
Take the route your inherent guna wants you to take? What are you inside A trader or a worker, A king or a servant? a Poet or a warrior?
#References from My Gita- Devdutt Pattanaik. (the text in italics are as written in the book.)
What if we go look for it and it is not there. What if we go do it and realize we are incapable. We keep doing things where we are certainly incapable but won't do something we could easily excel at because it looks like a long shot. Not happening. Crazy . etc. etc.
So we keep doing safe things. Safe for you maybe. But if your heart is not in your work how do you think will it turn out to be. For the people, you are doing it for.
The choice is simple always follow your passion. As I read recently in 'My Gita' by Devdutt Pattanaik. A Warrior cannot be turned into a poet or a poet into a warrior. We should respect the guna inherent in us. Gita doesn't talk about conversion but only the realization of potential.
What is our Potential? That is the question to answer. That is the question that we need to ask ourselves.
What is our inherent guna that needs to come out? What are you? Are you a mango tree or an apple tree? What can you bear? It is not about ambition or desire. It is simply the realization of potential.
But since we are terrified of heartbreak, and so we refuse to fall in love, we are terrified of failing, and so we avoid struggles. We are terrified of the outcome and so we refuse to take any action.
We always like to take the safe route. The road that can be seen. The road that looks clear miles ahead. A road that your heart wants to take is so dense with fog that you can't see even 5 feet ahead. So you get scared and change your track. What if the fog is just at the start? You will never know If you don't try that route? What else is there to figure out? Nothing.
Take the route your inherent guna wants you to take? What are you inside A trader or a worker, A king or a servant? a Poet or a warrior?
#References from My Gita- Devdutt Pattanaik. (the text in italics are as written in the book.)
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