Island of Serenity ...

Why is man in constant quest of inputs, stimuli, new experiences, more data to process ?

When most of them know that the most blissful and serene they can be is when they are left to themselves, when life is slow, when there are less things to process.

I think, the best state a human being can aspire to be is when you are able to feel serene and blissful, when a faint smile creeps into your lips unconsciously and stays, and when the very smile can be felt in all parts of your mind that you can see.

But it might be, its not the aim that is important, but the journey itself. The machine might rust if not given enough tasks to do, more so like with Marvin - the paranoid android - with a brain as big as the galaxy and so less information to process.

Still maybe you can keep an island of serenity in your heart, amidst the sea of things to process, where you can be shipwrecked at times, calmed by towering waves and left to counting days instead of hours, when the sun sets and rises.

She loves ...

She can be only like this, no matter how I treat her, ignore her, kick her under the dust of my thoughts, and live on as if she does not exist even. All it takes is to raise my eyes and look like I need. And she knows. She comes, in all her kindness, all her nourishing love, stretching her cooling fingers to touch my heart, and makes me smile, and tickles me, and makes me laugh, giggling in my ears, running her palms through my wet hair and holding my face close to her heart, and making me feel, how kind she is.

Dare me not ...

Just what are you upto, nosey kid ?! pointing that quirky looking thing at me, it lookes like a silver brick to me. And why are you tapping it here and there ?!

Oh you stopped.

What are you staring at in that? Jerking your head in disappointment, eh ?

There you go at it again !

Let me tell you kid, just don't dare me too much !

A Thousand Shrill Voices ...

A thousand shrill voices fill the world around with a mysterious fog. They reverberate in the still morning air. They silence chirpy birds. They prick sleeping leaves of the Gulmohars. They silence me, and a chaotic mess of a mind thats mine. I stand spellbound, for minutes, a thousand shrill voices raising and falling, in wavy intervals, out of tune, off pitch, tending to run apart like a herd of gazelles, but yet spreading a most calming bliss into this world from the compound of that red colored building.

On days am late enough to be on the road at nine, am treated to this. This enigma, created by little children in the school near my office building, every morning at nine. On close listening I could figure that they were chanting,

Asatho ma: sath gamaya:
Thamso ma: jyothir gamaya:
Mruthyor ma: amrutham gamaya:

Lead me from falsity to truth. Lead me from darkness to blinding light. Lead me from death, to immortality.

Take on ...

I want to eat some waves
Like crunch and munchy flakes
And lick the milky white froth,
Be beaten black in saline flash
When am done, and want to sleep
Whose gonna carry me home ?

Senses, feelings and philosophy ...

Fall in love, with senses. You'll be moonstruck by the smile. And be amazed at how a voice from far away injects itself into your head and lights fireflies. Wonder how you could think up all the amazing nonsense. See how you can't prepare yourself for watching a shooting star, but only know it after you've seen it. Learn that all it takes to fly is just missing the earth.

Fall in love, with feelings. You'll know, a moment before when shes gonna be sad. How some little act of yours is gonna light up her heart in a flash. What makes her scream with anger. When she needs to cry. How exactly she would want to do that thing. Why she likes it. When she needs to be pampered. What would entice her. How she wants to feel she's doing things worthwhile.

Fall in love, with philosophy. When you'll realize, above the sea waves of your senses and your feelings, that you indeed love. When there are some things you know for sure. When it lives inside you and you don't look for proofs that it exists.

I think, it ranges from a high pitch screaming roller coaster ride to a squishy pink strawberry mousse and red wine at the end of a sumptuous dinner.

Asleep ...

Now I am in bed,
The sheets pulled to my head.
My tiger is here making Zs
He's furry and hot.
He takes up a lot
Of the bed and he's hogging the breeze.

-- Bill Watterson, The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes.

Lady with the Lamp ...

Oh, how petals of my smile float
On my deep bowl of sadness

Sadness, as long I could see
Miles to the future, miles to the past

Its not here, where I belong
Take me, take me to your blinding light

Burnasseri ...

Burnasseri, how could a place get such a name?

Anamika ...

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

-- Pablo Neruda.