Of a boundless experience

 A connection 

Deeper than the sea

Wider than the sky

Exists in solitude

It’s unexplainable 

As it’s beyond logic

It cannot be passed on

As no language can ever do justice to it

Yet, 

Everyone knows that it exists

As,I sip my tea 

With the cosmos

Meet me and then treat me

Floating in the air

A night with silver sky

Sounds of festivities 

And crackers

Me writing this 

For nothing grand,

Like a child hiding behind a door

Or jumping in ecstasy 

Sometimes

Some souls

Join me on this trip

Of madness

Beauty

Joy

And calm

Sometimes

I dance alone

And smile alone

This part of my life seems more real

As if everything else 

Is simply a movie played in the theatre

And the ticket was not cheap

When I gave everything I had

And everything I could have

That the gates opened

bold claims

Everyone

I believe

Wants to

Act silly with loved ones

Sit unburdened for hours

Make love passionately

Stand naked in a jungle 

Sit for hours in comforting silence of friends

The only tragedy is

when the noise of life

Is so deafening

That life passes

Unheard

Magic

 is not

always obvious. Sometimes

you

me

her

him

it

all

is

magic

the collective whole

Harmony

Once experienced

Allows a deep dive

Into the infinite

The whole

The trees wildly waving

The birds beautifully chirping

The clouds magically moving

The serious becomes the non serious

And the non serious

Serious

And it's tough 

To express it

As it was meant to 

Be experienced 

the downpour

To cry

After a long time

Feels good

To feel the pain of things

That does affect

To not always be strong

And to know

That the tears 

Are no less precious

Than the spontaneous upheaval of joy and laughter

Love and Peace

Living a moment

So deeply

With complete satisfaction

So that

one is ready

To live a million lives

And it's pain and pleasures

Just for that one moment

You know 

Existentially

The purpose of life

Bjork and woodstock

Today

I was going through the

Photos

I was glued to one

A naked young girl

Holding a big leaf

Smiling with joy

Holding out her tongue

In naughtiness which was other worldly

And I found out

she was Bjork

And the photo 

Was from Woodstock

My thoughts went to Woodstock

How lucky in this world 

You have to be 

To have visited woodstock

I sometimes imagine

What could change the world

My answer mostly comes down to

More people like

Dylan

Guruji ( Rabindranath Tagore)

Jimi Hendrix

Bukowski

Osho

Buddha

I was saying something

About that lovely photo

my heart sings a song

Noise gave a reason

thoughts wanted a space

Mind needed to chill

Heart didn't want to race

Trust is not easy

Bubbles weave illusion

Listening to oneself

The only redemption

my truth

The music

In my heart

Is my only

 asset

Be it 

sunshine

Or rains

Win

Or loss

Communion

Or separation

an antidote

Look at history

And tell me

Ok, don't tell me

But ponder on it

In all of human history

When was a government perfect

When was society 

Perfect

When was work environment

Perfect

Never Never Never

Whenever you are born

Wherever you are born

Live boldly

Live fearlessly

Live freely

Live Live Live

one against the vanity

Don't fall into the trap

Carefully crafted 

A handome man

Sometimes

A beautiful woman

Experiencing

A heavenly joy

After struggling hard for years

Crying in pain

Dissatisfied

Not giving up

And finally making it

With the world clapping

Psychological traps are all around

Coated with Nuttella

A smart guy

Knows it all

Has all ideas 

Everyone claps for him

Life is easy for him

Instead

If you can

Softly wash the dishes

Patiently looking at the colour of the foam

And lovingly rubbing it

Or maybe

Slowly stir the vegetables

With all the colours dancing around

And gradually loosening up

It can also mean

Holding your guitar

With a beginner's mind

Open for every small learning

Which may be the most magical moments of your life

Music in your heart means more than

The deafening noise of the clapping

Life is open to all

And every moment

Just Check In 

special mornings

The eyes caught my attention

As I looked more intently

The sparkle in the eyes

The moustache and the beard

And a smile flowered on the face

There is something to it

That it spreads magic

And I asked myself this question

Why did I hate it at some point

Why it never felt perfect

And today, even the scars 

Just add the right touch

Why does the mirror reflect joy today

When before

All it reflected was sorrow

May be,

First the heart blooms

And then the smile

thanks for the smile

Sitting in the balcony

The calm pool of water

A pleasant morning

Fresh mind

And body

The stillness of nature

It's freshness

And colours

There was an urge to contemplate

On what I was seeing

I chose to experience it

Simply

The trees started swaying

Every tree joined it

Some birds were flapping their wings

And one bird was singing 

Very melodiously

And me trying to count

How many times does the bird sing

The same sequence of notes

Suddenly, it was like a performance by nature

With singing and swaying

So many trees and plants 

With different colours and different dimensions

A heavenly performance I must say

I too felt like joining in with my guitar

Can I understand the rhythm of this 

I was not very confident

May be good guitarists have this ability

To join the mood and play along

May be

Like surfers on the waves

And I felt like breathing deeply

This desire to breathe deeply was a spontaneous one

And not the forced meditation techniques of breathing deeply

I must say

A good morning

Cordon Bleu

I know

I know

It's a terrible tragedy

Yet,

I wish to write about

My good time

I wonder

Sometimes walking in my house

As different rooms

Have different colours and character to it

One of the rooms

Lit by the evening light

With a balcony

And the trees

The other

My living room

Well lit

With an easel on which my wife paints

And a TV , a smart one

I wonder

When I have a good time, I let loose

Or

When I let loose, I have a good time

Well, who knows

I watched a movie

Julie & Julia

Cried with whisky 

And cheese

A genetic trait from my grandfather

A great man

In my eyes

Whenever I have a good time

I realise

I am lucky 

Extremely lucky

Having such 

Wonderful people in my life

All of you

Bring music to my life

In the movie

Was a blogger

Writing everyday

Like a disciplined person

I too have some readers

Who talk to me sometimes

And like what I write

I know 

I was wondering whether I could write 

In a routine

Every day, every week,every month

May be that is how you blog

I can't

I wait for that time to come

When I live without any constraints

Free what Albert Camus would want a man to be

Mad like Dali

Nihilistic like Bukowski

Or may be like me

Like a nobody

A happy one , but a nobody

Like you, like a

Nobody

Anyways

Good Night

the puzzle

Give me my pain

Pleasure

I don't serve you

Losses have been my companion

Wins

You can't hold my attention

Let me dance

With the stars

And break my heart

Moments are ephemeral

So, is life

What will I do

With all the diamonds in my palms

I know the trick

The chains invisible

The burden unbearable

The slavery

Legitimised

Isn't it ?

IG-335

I travel 
Once in a while
On a plane

And there is always 
This strange feeling of me trusting
A stranger for my life

This feeling of playing in the sky
With wings turning at crazy angles
Brings me out
From the never ending
Noise
Monotony
Of life lived daily

Living amongst the skies
With clouds
Sun
Moon


And away you can see
Human existence appearing
Really small
Insignificant

Just push your chair back
And press a button

And if you are lucky
An airhostess
With a big smile on her face
Will ask you

What do you want ?

Nothing much
Just water

my advise to people

Sometimes

I have such a good time

And for no reason

That I surprise myself

then laugh

And dance

Repeat

Infact, I have come to this conclusion

That you should also try this at home

To have a good time

For no good reason

And write a poem

For no good reason

only then it erupts

Hundred things on my mind

Not one that I care

Several emotions

Am aware

Years lost in conflict

Of heart and mind

Enough times

Desires ignored

Got controlled

I got it

do you dream ?

What a great relief

It is to 

Forget oneself

One's needs

Sometimes, self deeds

Also, the inner greed

To dance

On the rhythm

And, to glance

On the demon

Rivers flow

And, the lights glow

Birds chirp

Couples love

There was a Rumi

And also a Bukowski

There were generals

And also jailors