Through the shade,
Saw the glitter above.
With leaves swaying to the rhythm..
Of air that surrounds human
There it lay...
That empty one...
The green one...
Faded
There it lay...
Amidst greens and browns and
Dirt and filth...
Swaying... Swaying...
Creation and nature's play...
The curtains raise above
Through the lash of the hermit...
For he saw purity in the sway.
For he saw gentleness in the air.
For he saw all he wanted to see...
For he saw that he found answers
Within the geometrical shapes lay
The hermit's Dhyana.
The geometry of the body less...
Beauty
Ravaged of her skin.
stunning with the show of her veins.
The atman connected.
The hermit and the naked leaf.
Karma?
And that is?
The beginning of a journey so fresh.
The naked truth.
Friday, 18 May 2012
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear
Vulnerable was I...
Spitting out truth...
Unknown we were headed... where to?
Because then, it matter did not, much...
Because then, deeper truth revealed not,
Because then, the mind saw no plots...
While the heart was beating with pain...
Vulnerability stung into fear...
Gave me tears...
Gave me names...
And it gave me separation.
The soul cried then,
yet zilch was done.
The soul still cries,
yet zilch is done.
Beats of my heart still painful as it was,
Beating harder ever since,
They call out the name,
Cry out the name.
He hears none, my love -
He hears none!
Hands tied down then,
Legs tied down then,
My whole being tied down then and now,
How much of my heart was tied down?
How much of my heart is tied down?
Hate that which is around.
Hate that which is people.
Hate that which has rules.
Hate that which tells you you're wrong.
In honesty, hate that that has succumbed me.
Fear.
Hate that that has stolen my courage to burst out
And dare to be the odd.
Hate that that I don't dare.
Anymore.
The soul of the other moved on.
Quite true or false?
My soul can't say. But...
My soul cries to bind... to entwine...
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear.
Anbirkkum undo adaikkumtaall - Tiruvalluvar (Tirukkurral)
There is no bolt to fasten love - Tiruvalluvar
Spitting out truth...
Unknown we were headed... where to?
Because then, it matter did not, much...
Because then, deeper truth revealed not,
Because then, the mind saw no plots...
While the heart was beating with pain...
Vulnerability stung into fear...
Gave me tears...
Gave me names...
And it gave me separation.
The soul cried then,
yet zilch was done.
The soul still cries,
yet zilch is done.
Beats of my heart still painful as it was,
Beating harder ever since,
They call out the name,
Cry out the name.
He hears none, my love -
He hears none!
Hands tied down then,
Legs tied down then,
My whole being tied down then and now,
How much of my heart was tied down?
How much of my heart is tied down?
Hate that which is around.
Hate that which is people.
Hate that which has rules.
Hate that which tells you you're wrong.
In honesty, hate that that has succumbed me.
Fear.
Hate that that has stolen my courage to burst out
And dare to be the odd.
Hate that that I don't dare.
Anymore.
The soul of the other moved on.
Quite true or false?
My soul can't say. But...
My soul cries to bind... to entwine...
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear.
Anbirkkum undo adaikkumtaall - Tiruvalluvar (Tirukkurral)
There is no bolt to fasten love - Tiruvalluvar
Thursday, 26 April 2012
How much can a love marriage hurt?
I have no idea why but I woke up to this thought in morning, just a while ago. And it hit me quite hard and got me thinking - how much can a love marriage hurt? Like really... how much?
The whole idea got me introspecting into individuals who take this way too seriously - starting with parents to siblings to relatives to friends.
I find a million reasons for many love marriages not working and the ones that work are probably lesser in number than the ones that work. Why?
In my experience of meeting various kinds of people, I've come to understand that this whole 'idea' is accepted... but how? How much pain lies beneath those wonderful honeymoon photos we all click the 'like' button for? How much of hard work, persuasion, cries and sleepless nights lie beneath that artistic wedding photography? It's never the money - we never say 'how much money has gone into this wedding you know?' That's just bull shit and people who think that are low. Just low. And idiotic. And those people don't feature anywhere in my life!
I guess the thought sprung up from a story my brother told me a couple of days ago. About how a family deserted this guy who married someone against his parent's wishes. And my brother joked (like in a Visu's film) about how things would get alright after the 'first child' is born. Seriously, I have some questions...
I'm really not trying to give a one dimensional approach to this. But just the whole thought of family being unsupportive of this idea and making strong individuals weak, pray for courage, scar them with words sounds so unfair to me.
And how much are we hurting them by falling in love?
More or less, it is not something we go looking for. Like it says in a film that's dear to me - it hits you. It hits you hard. Like you never know when. And when it does... you don't know what to do with it. You either embrace it or you trash it!
It's probably a waste of time on some level. It shatters your focus, especially if you've found the wrong person. And I pray no one does. Because it can be one of the most boring trips ever, if you ask me. It's like you don't even know your life has collapsed when it already has and you live in denial about your own collapse for years! So that's truly a problem between two people right? When it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Why are external factors trying hard not to make it work when things are working fine? Why are external factors influencing the other way round? All this is not unfair, but falling in love is!
Way to go!
I'm just saying - there are things parents can say for who they are. But the end of it all, why don't they stand together as a family? And even if they do, why don't they do it with their full heart? There are so many hypo critic parents I tell you. For the love of their child, they get them married and then talk behind their own child's back? Like what are you man? Do you even deserve any respect? Who even let you be a father/mother?
All this is such a big deal that many young people feel it's just better to stay the single way. No one wants to dare! Because no one wants to hurt! Ha~!
I just believe in one thing - no matter what... if it's meant to happen it will. The process can be smooth, rocky, thorny etc. But if there is courage and fearlessness, it will happen.
And to me, a love marriage is taking life in my own hands. I take responsibility of my own decisions. If my marriage doesn't work out, I have no one to blame but myself. If it was the other way round - I have a few people to point fingers at. Because they didn't let me dare. They didn't let me take my own decisions. Because they didn't let me be me and instead infused their thoughts upon me when I didn't know they did.
Honestly, how much can this so called society talk? Say they never get tired and they talk all the time... where is our strength to ignore? Can't we do that? After all, to ignore is the path to inner peace. How many want to understand it? Materialistic world has spoilt the minds of many possible good men in this world.
There is no pride.
There is no fame.
There is no society.
There is no money.
In the end, only the utmost truth survive.
There is only good. There is only father.
Together there remains only 'good father' long after the ashes are gone.
There is only good. There is only mother.
Together there remains only 'good mother' long after the ashes are gone.
And so on for every dear relationship.
So does this apply for the protagonist of the whole play! (Mind you, I'm not being one dimensional.)
At the end of it all, beneath all that dirt one has accumulated for himself, there remains the real human hidden with fat layers of ego which he has no clue about!
And while he's passing there's no point thinking - "If..."
Meghana Karthik
11.19 am
Chennai
The whole idea got me introspecting into individuals who take this way too seriously - starting with parents to siblings to relatives to friends.
I find a million reasons for many love marriages not working and the ones that work are probably lesser in number than the ones that work. Why?
In my experience of meeting various kinds of people, I've come to understand that this whole 'idea' is accepted... but how? How much pain lies beneath those wonderful honeymoon photos we all click the 'like' button for? How much of hard work, persuasion, cries and sleepless nights lie beneath that artistic wedding photography? It's never the money - we never say 'how much money has gone into this wedding you know?' That's just bull shit and people who think that are low. Just low. And idiotic. And those people don't feature anywhere in my life!
I guess the thought sprung up from a story my brother told me a couple of days ago. About how a family deserted this guy who married someone against his parent's wishes. And my brother joked (like in a Visu's film) about how things would get alright after the 'first child' is born. Seriously, I have some questions...
- Do these parents think the child who goes his/her way doesn't care about the family?
- Do they think their child is happy being away from his/her parents?
- If they're the ones who brought them up, on some level shouldn't they take responsibility of his decisions and that too an important one like this? And hello, at the beginning and end of all - isn't he 'YOUR' son, 'YOUR' daughter?
- And tomorrow if a parent is ill, won't the child take responsibility of it? (So you can push them aside of course...)
- and what are they going to take away when they breathe their last? How much of their pride, societal name, money and friends are they going to carry when they die? None!
- The mothers wail, fathers emotionally abuse... but how much do they think they're hurting their child? Do they know? Do they realize? - I don't think so. And I don't think they want to care. That's probably how 'parents' are made.
I'm really not trying to give a one dimensional approach to this. But just the whole thought of family being unsupportive of this idea and making strong individuals weak, pray for courage, scar them with words sounds so unfair to me.
And how much are we hurting them by falling in love?
More or less, it is not something we go looking for. Like it says in a film that's dear to me - it hits you. It hits you hard. Like you never know when. And when it does... you don't know what to do with it. You either embrace it or you trash it!
It's probably a waste of time on some level. It shatters your focus, especially if you've found the wrong person. And I pray no one does. Because it can be one of the most boring trips ever, if you ask me. It's like you don't even know your life has collapsed when it already has and you live in denial about your own collapse for years! So that's truly a problem between two people right? When it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Why are external factors trying hard not to make it work when things are working fine? Why are external factors influencing the other way round? All this is not unfair, but falling in love is!
Way to go!
I'm just saying - there are things parents can say for who they are. But the end of it all, why don't they stand together as a family? And even if they do, why don't they do it with their full heart? There are so many hypo critic parents I tell you. For the love of their child, they get them married and then talk behind their own child's back? Like what are you man? Do you even deserve any respect? Who even let you be a father/mother?
All this is such a big deal that many young people feel it's just better to stay the single way. No one wants to dare! Because no one wants to hurt! Ha~!
I just believe in one thing - no matter what... if it's meant to happen it will. The process can be smooth, rocky, thorny etc. But if there is courage and fearlessness, it will happen.
And to me, a love marriage is taking life in my own hands. I take responsibility of my own decisions. If my marriage doesn't work out, I have no one to blame but myself. If it was the other way round - I have a few people to point fingers at. Because they didn't let me dare. They didn't let me take my own decisions. Because they didn't let me be me and instead infused their thoughts upon me when I didn't know they did.
Honestly, how much can this so called society talk? Say they never get tired and they talk all the time... where is our strength to ignore? Can't we do that? After all, to ignore is the path to inner peace. How many want to understand it? Materialistic world has spoilt the minds of many possible good men in this world.
There is no pride.
There is no fame.
There is no society.
There is no money.
In the end, only the utmost truth survive.
There is only good. There is only father.
Together there remains only 'good father' long after the ashes are gone.
There is only good. There is only mother.
Together there remains only 'good mother' long after the ashes are gone.
And so on for every dear relationship.
So does this apply for the protagonist of the whole play! (Mind you, I'm not being one dimensional.)
At the end of it all, beneath all that dirt one has accumulated for himself, there remains the real human hidden with fat layers of ego which he has no clue about!
And while he's passing there's no point thinking - "If..."
Meghana Karthik
11.19 am
Chennai
Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. - Rumi
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Bleed, the new cry.
Until the moment arrives you never know,
Until you've seen it you never know,
Until you feel it you never know,
Yet, face to face you arrive, until...
You blind-fold yourself...
And prick...
With a pin...
Deep under the skin,
Unknown to yourself why...
Ecstatic! Pain.
Oh why?
Tears. Blood.
Tears mix with blood.
Blood turns into tears.
Bleed is the new cry found.
The rest is yet to be found.
Life, it's melancholy.
Until you've seen it you never know,
Until you feel it you never know,
Yet, face to face you arrive, until...
You blind-fold yourself...
And prick...
With a pin...
Deep under the skin,
Unknown to yourself why...
Ecstatic! Pain.
Oh why?
Tears. Blood.
Tears mix with blood.
Blood turns into tears.
Bleed is the new cry found.
The rest is yet to be found.
Life, it's melancholy.
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Idiot Box and my love to hate it
If there's one thing I can pick to have developed a sense of hate over these many years - it would be the television.
The first sound at switching it on irritates me.
It disturbs and kills the sound of a home. A home that's beautiful with giggles, laughters, the sounds from the kitchen etc.
The television spoils communication within a family.
It doesn't help you love your food.
It doesn't help you look at your food while you eat.
It ruins your bond with your blood.
It makes you lazy.
It makes you an IDIOT, just like it.
It makes you sit there endlessly and eat endlessly.
It doesn't let you blink as often as you should.
And added to all this, it plays crap.
And to it's defense it's got millions and billions and zillions of viewers from across the globe reaching out to it as if it's the most powerful "tool" of entertainment available to a man with just a press of a button.
Indeed there are good shows, there is a great amount of effort put into each of the programs that play on them, but why would any educated, self-motivated, learned man EVER want to watch television?
The only reason I'd watch it is to probably see those beautiful, untouched, unharmed species that I'd probably never get to see so easily.
I'd rather read the newspaper for news.
I'd rather follow the ever active News Channels on Twitter to know the latest news! Rather not see them screaming over the same thing on television. And did I mention I never switch it on?
I'd never watch any of those silly teen MTV, Channel V shows! God, do they even know what they're doing? And I know for a fact very well, educated people produce those shows... are they slowly influencing the society with mediocrity or is the "mediocrity filled society" influencing EVEN the learned man's brains that can be put to better use?
Leaving you with that thought....
And not to mention those constant crying TV shows on regional channels. You desperately wanna puke the food you just ate, switch that channel on now!
Thirst for Text
I am constantly walking, eating, sleeping, driving, bathing with the idea of numerous things happening somewhere in the world of my brain. And the best ideas, best thoughts wonderful lines that have never been written, never will be written come to me in the middle of my shower... and by the time I get out it's all washed down.
I decided to lock my thoughts up, or rather to free them in a space ever available. And since I'm always thirsty to write, thirsty for text, hence the title.
Based on the one-liners of mine, words pure from the senses, here we go...
I decided to lock my thoughts up, or rather to free them in a space ever available. And since I'm always thirsty to write, thirsty for text, hence the title.
Based on the one-liners of mine, words pure from the senses, here we go...
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