Sharp, short and omniscient,
that moment every unanswered
query in my mind had a solution.
Lingered in the satiated feeling,
joy to embark on a new voyage,
the thoughts in mind, with the happiness in my
heart, dancing to the myriad chimes of the air around.
The feeling of having achieved something,
the feeling of making many souls happier,
its amazing, that one point in time.
Who knows when such point may come again
in life to tinker the dead thoughts again.
The turning point of ones life.
With smile on your face
and the tears of happiness,
when you held me in your arms,
the joy you had must be divine.
With a power so divine,
you nurtured me to life,
you showed me a new world.
Holding my hand in every walk,
you understood me like no one else,
you made me what I am.
You love me like no one else does.
You don’t eat till I do,
you sleep when I do,
you pray for me all the time,
you love me like no one else does.
Oh! I am a fool to compare your love,
but that’s a truth for every one like you.
You are Mother, who is divine.
You are a life bearer,
whose love is unconditional.
You are the one we call with every breathe,
in every walk of life.
You love me like no one else does.
Compilation of my thoughts – 20/6/2012 in between 9:30 – 10:30 pm
154%, the size of the document I am typing in. 53%, the volume in the speakers of the lap I am using. Its 9:36 pm I am listening to one of my favorite music ‘Coming back to Life’ by David Gilmour from the Pink Floyd. Certain things around us always remain unnoticed in our eyes. So times we stare at the thing while we are focused on the thought, the thing remains unnoticed. Sometimes the same song seems endless to me and sometimes I sigh as it gets over before I even could enjoy it. But I cherish the song that plays right after it. It seems wonderful too. I often press the next button on the windows media player I use, to find the song I wanna listen to. Astonishingly I press next till my playlist gets over but never find the song. I then just press the play button and a random number plays and I like that. I don’t see rising sun as an inspiration. I see it as it is. I see it every day. And it never happened that it inspired me. Have I ever been inspired by something? Yes sometimes I felt so. Someone I know commented on one of my post the other day “Yoda speaks”. I had no idea of what he wrote. I typed yoda in Google search engine and hit enter. Then came few alien faces from the star wars. I recollected the star wars, the great legacy of talks I heard bunch of guys back in school talk about. Star wars never interested me. And I never knew Yoda’s speak the way I write. So yoda, I am not. Sherlock Holmes, yes the character from Arthur Canon Doyle’s novel. Holmes didn’t keep any junk in his mind. He liked silence when he thought. Do you know our thoughts are ultrasonic? We can’t hear them even when we scream in our thoughts. Why is yellow considered to be a color for sadness, pale, misery? Why is the “inspiring” sun yellow? Chinese believe the river Hwang Ho, the yellow river, a cause for many miseries. This may be an answer for the former question. I don’t know. So many thoughts meander, so many wishes die, so many come true. Search for something unknown lingers in my heart. Finding the unknown is still the mystery. People say only the dreams are yours, so dream. Don’t ask me who the people are. Determination and craziness takes you close to your dreams. I feel good when I write down the thoughts that meander in my mind. Why is that we are so weak that we can’t live alone? Everyone needs someone. Even the sages look for nirvana. We are all searching something, hunting for our lives. Why does the mind run in circles? Do we know what a mind is thinking? Do we know what a retarded really wants? How does a doctor even treat them when they don’t know what’s happening in the minds of a retard? Why does a movie get over? Why don’t they show what happens with the happy couple after a week? Why can’t happiness keep coming? Why do people say I love you? I love the word love. I love the feeling that I get after seeing the hero kissing the heroine at the end of the movie. If I could, I would freeze that moment. I see what I see. I am in love with love.