Our Journey

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On a road commonly  travelled,
I walk with a few fellows, How long are we together or how soon shall we separate, are not questions that bother me.
But, that you are,
and that the path is
and that we are walking while we can,
Is all I care for.

I need – not your promises, Take none from me,
Just walk with me as long as you can, and I will try too.

That day isn’t far away when I may be left behind and you will be carrying on,
Don’t look back then,
Or it may be the day that I may have to continue without you
And I won’t look back too, may be I won’t have the courage to.

So, while we can lets enjoy our journey.

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Which journey…

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I wonder if I would like to live the journey of the rain. There is a freedom in its fall, direction, unity and ends up moistening every form with its healing touch.

Or, would I like the journey of a road that bears the heat of the sun, the beat of the rain, the screeches and the weight of its passers by, but shares a glossy affection saved from a long time only to be spent away in a moment.

Or, would I like the journey of the street light that finds no onlooker through the day and whose existence remains overpowered, yet it finds no rest when it is the pitch black night just so that it can bring to life, everything that it surrounds.

Or, do I continue to be in my own journey that lets me be in awe of every other journey which I come across.

And the question drops…

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An empty seat awaits your presence and when you occupy it, I will be rowing you silently through an ancient route. You sit there on the other end of the boat and look around. As you will find me absorbed in rowing you choose not to ask me that one question and you keep it for later. Then when you gaze the grasslands and the infinite sky a shimmering golden breeze kisses your face and you feel strange. For you know this breeze and this recollection will make you feel like you know every pixel of what you see and you know every grain of your feeling.  Like you know everything about everything here for ages. Like something is speaking to you and waiting for you to break your silence. Yet, your silence is your only language, your only means to express. You look at me and I raise my head. In the moment, something in us knows that a word will be too much. Your question drops. And, a wordless journey on an ancient route goes on..

Of this world..

A face lay there in eternal sleep,
No smile.
No frown.
I wonder,
“After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.

“Mine”

I own nothing
The ideas I present
The feelings I feel
The thoughts I think
And, the words I used
Or continue to use to express myself.
Everything, ever that has been
Has been through:
Absorption, assimilation, memorization
Recollection, repetition and more memorization.

Inseparables..

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What is the ground to the grass, water to thirst, mother to its baby, tree to the birds, sky to the stars and the sun to the moon?

Is it that one is and therefore the other becomes? May be.

But then, how would we acknowledge ground without grass, would there become a mother without being a baby, what is water’s value without a thirsty, a tree without the fluttering birds, how do you realize there is sky without the stars or know that sun exists at night without the moon?

There is no cause and effect here. Just the inseparables perceived from different spaces and at different times.

“Sleep”

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Walking gently into the night.. What’s left is these last drops of light..Soon the final shades of colors will become one.. Time is about to lose its significance and space is about to lose limits.. Nothing about my world will be carried forward.. My sorrows and my happinesses can accompany me till this gate alone, as “sleep” needs neither.. All that there exists now is an unending continuum, till my alarm goes on..

Choosing courage today..

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If you see this picture, you could choose to see your fear or choose to see your courage or may be whatever you connect to when you see it.

I am choosing courage today. I am willing to silence/ignore the noise of fear today, of anyone or of anything.

I am choosing to listen to the faint voice of courage to do what I must do and amplify it within and so much that it reaches you too.

I am taking that jump to reach where I must reach.  And you, go for it, what ever that may be!

Experience – here it goes, there it comes..

The mental demand for permanence in an experience is a source of
discomfort.

No experience, be it that of sight, sound, taste, smell,
touch, feel or relation (ship) is sustained permanently.

“Jump, don’t ponder from the bridge..”

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A bridge can go no far. And, a bridge will never give me the experience of what the sea or the sky feel like. All this wonderment about the surrounded beauty, and flowery lines of poetry is just plain talk and empty words devoid of a taste of the sky or the sea.