Advaita

Come let's amalgamate....merge...be consumed....let's make it so beautiful that time stands still just to witness it. If all that we say and do are hung in the abyss of time till all eternity....let the person who comes across our unison stand still....and wish with all he/she has that this one moment comes true for them as well...if not in their present lives..in another...but the reality and reoccurrence of it should be the only thing on their minds....and my beloved, each time this yearning transpires...we shall come alive again....gazing into each other’s eyes...with the same inferno that made the instant possible. We shall exist for centuries after centuries in our state of advaita.

Crescendo

Music, any music, noise, cacophony, gibberish, squabble....anything at its crescendo is pulsating, beautiful, full of life almost alive. But that is not the whole story. Crescendos are supposed to be larger than life...it is when the dull moments....the fillers...the silent spaces are enjoyable, worth the wait, worth coming along all the way....know that you are witnessing, living, being a part to the masterpiece.

Purple

Which was the last thing you did that you were absolutely under no obligation of doing? My friend, that was the time you were most free...most 'yourself'. Life is so torn between calls to be made, attended, returned....a particular way in which you are expected to act, react and take it further down from there. Baggages of all shapes and sizes carried by all and sundry. Casting their ugly shadows on otherwise so called normal pleasantries and exchanges. Things you 'have' to do and things you 'can't' do. Just being allowed to be...is so much of a novelty...to be allowed to sit and gaze into nothingness...to consider time as a ally rather than something precious filling up the wrong end of the hourglass... It is just not the same....but m not sure which time...which era...which world I am reminiscing about.....

Pinch me...tell me it is not true. It can't be happening to me for sure. I have always been God's special child...this is not what falls in my kitty....or does it?

Believe in God? Guess most of us do. Are there moments when God has lost track of your life, forgotten you or most scarily is just a figment of your imagination....what do you do at times like these. That someone you bow down to everytime, ask for every little wish from, who you know is your shadow when all is dark and the path ahead is rugged suddenly erases all those little signs that spoke volumes of his existence.

Where do you go, what do you do....why is it always like that....you are born alone...crying, numb, clueless...and then you are introduced to relations, close and afar...you make friends and the almighty is promised to be your companion at all times in all sorts of ways.

Relations change....metamorphosise into things you never knew they could turn into....the ones that don't also have their timeline and if not individuals the relations are consumed by the hunger of time....friends and companions follow suit. Lovers come and lovers go....professing undying and eternal love they walk in and out as if life is nothing but a stage and we are people who are just to play perfect parts, not missing cues or dropping lines.

And then the final blow....you know even God ain't around....it hits you in the guts...where do you go? Wish to run? Where to but.... the outstretched arms that you saw in your rainbow dreams were just a mirage...an illusion....it is not just a feeling ofsomething sinking....but rather a rush of blood...your organs bleeding...losing precious blood by the second in unfathomable quantities and you know it instantly you are turing into a caricature of your self.

Promises so fake...relations that break...people with axes to grind....dead emotions numb mind....Is life beautiful? The answer my friend is for you to find....