Single focus , Double Thoughts..
Go where you want to spread the torch..
Take the string and pull the chord..
Look up in search of the lord..

Dig through deep hollow wells..
Take me there to the road that ends..
Show me the window which opens to the hill..
Pass by me even if your shadows will..

Switch it on when the time says play..
Open in the dark and close by the day..

Flicker the flame when the wind stood still.
Cheat the chest on those wind mills..

Blow the trumpet if the curtains go down..
Take your arrow and shoot the clowns..
Push the wall that lies between..
Colour all those open and opaque screens..

Prick the thorns that lie on the stems..
Tick the times when you are at the bends..
Tailor the stiches that lie within..
Clamp your feet and Roger that film..

Deep below there lies a golden chest..
In your hunger for the quest..
Into oblivion your several dreams..
But the undying focus still screams..

Photo: Atlantic wharf, Cardiff

black and white idiosyncrasies..

The dualities of life , I will talk to you about this probably in a completely meaningless fashion.

For me they start with the colour black and white, yes thats what catches my eye the most for quite sometime now and maybe that is beacuse of the duality it throws out together, its comforting to my eyes. Dont we all love to live in this state of mind, a little bit of both the worlds.
I wanted to read the colour black , so i started with wikipedia here is what it gave me:)
Some blah blah..

Black is a multi-dimensional color that can mean classic or new.

• It has an ominous characteristic, symbolizing death. Particularly Western cultures use black for funerals.
• It has an air of intelligence (graduation robes), marked with rebellion (the bad guy), shrouded in mystery (space).
• Black’s evil symbolism, complements the good in the world.

black symbolises - modernity, power, sophistication, formality, elegance, wealth, mystery, style, evil, death in Western cultures, fear, seriousness, conventionality, rebellion, anarchism, unity, sorrow, life, rebirth in ancient Egypt , professionalism's and slimming quality in fashion.

Now Some of my scientific dervations of the colour : There are two school of thoughts :the colour theory and the light theory (i think ) - a little bit of a background on both .

Black is not a colour but the absence of colour ,where there are no photons of light.
White is a colour according to the additive colour theory of light, ie to say that when all colours emitted as light come together like the sunlight,what is emitted is white light.
The other theory says :
Black is a colour because if u combine the three primary colours you will get a shade of black or something close to that, however if you do a similar mixing of colours you will never be able to get white, hence white is not a colour as it cannot be derived from its very or any source.

Existence of colour also depends on sight... ehh... imagine if we could either see white or black or none or both and still not be able to differentiate the two.

Now can u decipher thoughts (unless you have an innate ability to read minds) positive or negative with the signs and conscious and unconscious signals of the brain, unless expressed you cant , hence duality creeps in any kind of expression , emotion, every thing you say or do can be interpreted in black and white. Yes a certain amount of grey too and thats open for an ongoing debate..

Let me tell you more of what is happening around.. things seem big as these are times of recession, of not only the economy but of interest and motivation . I am happy and it makes quite a few people around me happy.. and thats the only thing in life that has no duality at the moment..

I am also learning the nuances of business and i know I have a long way to go and many more things will inspire me on the way, the people around me, i do not how i am different from them but yes i can truly differentiate how one set of them is different from the other, their priorities are without any dualities, their life is free of falling in the middle of things, they are not in any conundrum of what they really want, they know where to get and how, these questions which we all ask ourselves are so full of double thoughts.

We want this and we want that as well, what sounds best professionally is not our best personal aim, they are always at tangents, we want to live dual and parallel lives to be able to be truly happy, we want work but then we dont want to work hard enough, we want money but we also do not want that we end up with only and too much of it, we want the cute person around to approach us, but we also do not want that we have to succumb to his charm and be dictated by it, we want to get slender each day but we also do not want to give up the briyani around the corner or the ice creamed coffee on every turn..

But lucky are those for whom the dual worlds come together.. one by virtue of my age and state of mind:- when you have the thing which loves and holds you together and leaves you independant at the same time..this is the ideal state of duality for me;)

If you were to ask me over a tete a tete.. Where do i see myself two years from now? i'd be zapped.. blank in a state of nothingness...
As after all why should i live again with the burden of duality, simply enough we will either be doing less than or more than what we want . We would be in a single state of mind of which is good or bad, content or discontent. This state of mind cannot be predicted sitting now in the quiteness of our lifes. So why live the moment with such a baggage, and that is why i havnt believed in planning my future. There is only a course of action for present and not the future, there is only one way and that is doing the thing that gives each day a purpose, could be small thank you note, a follow up call, a cup of capucinno , a look of admiration , a right note on your guitar or a small recognition that the job is done the way it ought to...

of learning the things you love...

"So have you loved painting, paint for youself the sunrise every mornin, you love music sing passionately even in the bathroom, not enough.. bathe more than the average number of times you would, love the strings of the guitar, buy youself one you'll treasure all your life as your first love,love the mountains travel all by yourself incognito...love to dance, join the troupe so what if you have the ugliest partner, love to cook and bake do that for every person you love..if thats not enough start loving more and more people to have enough cakes to bake...love photography keep your cam wherever you go coz you never know when life gives you the perfect shot.. just dont wait for loving the things you learn or ought to learn in life but learn things you have loved (jus plain vanila is sometimes better than a nutty butterscotch life afterall ;) "

Broken Spirits

A friend of mine spurred the thought in me of how inspiration lies behind every piece of art and opinion, I know you would agree to this as much as I don’t , but on second thoughts now, it would actually serve a purpose and that would be that I could use this forum to talk about the lines of Tagore written way back in the first decade of the century we left behind.
For those reading this I would say that i am regressively inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's words.
And so looking back now makes you and me feel that it is all so misplaced in today’s setting ,

Here he goes ..

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake....Geetanjali 1910

In contrast..here i go..

Where the wings don’t fly, where the arms can’t try...
Where there is fear and scare, where even truth can’t dare...
Where the unarmed suffer, while they glorify their supper...
Where you and I fight for reasons so weak, for the good we fail to take the lead
Where there is distress and distrust in each soul, where we all tend to harbor selfish goals...
Where young women are left alone to bleed , where the men of faith pay no heed...
Where we sit rounds and rounds of big talks, where we screen hours and take stocks...
Where we love to blame and play the mock, where we watch them crumble away our blocks...
Where the will to take charge has died, where we have learnt to conveniently hide...
Where that one spark gets lost in the crowd, when his voice is snubbed even before he could shout...
Where they fight with peace for the chair, where we choose to give them an actionless stare...
Where the power comes to a house of crime, where the power in truth is still not sublime...
Where the sun goes down with no hope, where you rise each day to see the injustice scope...
Where the needy cries out his soul, when there’s not enough in his child’s bowl...

Where two right men make no good, where they are crushed even before they could...
Where your name decides your destiny, where religion becomes the cause of tyranny...
Where life’s taken for saffron and green, where holy faith turns into a fanatic scene...
Is that the India from where you and I hail, that’s yet again where my country fails...
Yet we say we had set to teach the world and today what we were we forget...
Yet again we feel so taken, Yet again our worlds shaken...
Now again we lie in broken spirits, still waiting to rise from our own debris.... 2008

In happy times and in bends
a flip and flop with new found friends
a laughter a hope and a slapstick joke..
a low a high and your deep down broke
a pick a drop, a slurp and a chop,
a wink a smirk till eyes drop
a clap a hail, for trick a mail.
a walk a sip and a new found trail
a tip a lead a nip in the bud
a smoke a scratch in the forest mud
a jeep a grip a wind a bird
a click a bond a peacocks pond
a spark a lull a secular bunch
a peg a treble with a soda punch .
a yin a yang a flick to stall
a dawn a bell a wake up call
a trim a daze in the morning haze
a song a tear and a look of craze
a peddle a push a right a scare
a hill a bridge a tan to dare
a fist a splash a vibe to match.
a bump a toast a thrill to most
a dig a cross from south to nord
a time a trip at river tern lodge...

Writers clog and Walnut brownies

This day for record*..coz it has a meaning..a sense of lethargy had taken me over and now i am feeling that again.. something i cannot afford to loose for a whole lot of years to come, but you know when i see through them..i wonder whats that life all about.. success and self satisfaction.. you gotta be kidding me...but i am glad you know today... outta the rut.. win myslef over in a really small yet big way today!!
and yes to remind me, lot of things pending in my notebook.. to be put up here.. dunno why iam taking time...but then you know someone keeps reminding me these days of something i never could really understand.. that things happen best when they just happen...without you doing no planning... only he is conspiring and i thank him for that.. crash boom bang :) *flighting back!!

someThing sTupid

Unwinding @ a philosophical hour

Are We caught in this 'usualness of things' .. That we live Each moment thinking
that our road To perdition does not end here Or even worse its waiting To
start..We move On the same path every sunny day taking each day picking the
little stones that come our way. We lose each little bit fo life that keeps
flowing within us in that weight. We forget that the power house that pumps life
was'nt to climb the rock or burn the breath ..it was for something, something that
we all vcould lose without any fear of loosing it and so you know the biggest
fear that i see when i open my eyes this day is what if one day i start living
in the usualness of things.. that even a state of denial seems seemingly
different to me... that i wake up each day thinking that my bit of it is over and
that i have no hand in making the world spin.. that i am in consequential, that
i am incapable of making a difference in anyone's life, that i cant look into his
eyes and say that how much it means to me, that i keep moving on with no hope of
ever coming back to the things that belong to me, that language which gave
defination to every piece of emotion seems like and incongruent string on paper,
that i have nothing more left to hear that seems like music to me, that i look
outside the window and i have nothing to see and breathe, that everything that
touches me feels like water and dosnt flow through my eyes.. to all the years
that i have lived ,today seems taht he is smiling back to me that i feel that
yes maybe i have lived for this and will go on living for the same, while i
cross thae path of many taking them along giving them one smalll reason to
remember what it meant to ahve them by my side, to have them call my name in
their time of sorrow, to have me hold them and whisper to them what could bring
that spark in their eyes, that glow that seems brighter than light that ray that
cuts through all that that comes in between coz it isnt that from where it all
started but it is'nt where i shall end END....