LIVE YOUR SENSE OF THE DAY

Play or play not
May or may be not
Outlaw and outlandish
Sensible or gibberish
Shed the inhibitions
Tear into questions
Rewrite interpretations
Soak into the moment of,
Your resurrection
Enjoy the outlaw of May
Live your sense of the Day
Play it or play it not
Kill the dimensions
Let it be on the plane of,
Your intentions
Sensible is what,
Makes sense to you
Buy the gibberish,
To get your clue
Overwrite prescriptions
Do away with suggestions
Play it now or play it not
Set you free, let it be

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LIFE AND ITS OFFSHOOTS – NOT OFFSPRINGS ALWAYS

LIFE AND ITS OFFSHOOTS – NOT OFFSPRINGS ALWAYS

Life n Its Offshoots-2SOMETIMES PLANNED – MOSTLY UNPLANNED

The tree with no leaves (dry or deciduous I won’t comment) in a walled space (I would not say it anything else but a perimeter with fence) – looking at this tree without leaves and extended branches – while sitting for a cup of coffee at one of the food joints of Char Dukan at Landour – and thinking of and on life in some personal moments of a wanderer’s life – this thought on ‘life and living’ comes to the conscious naturally..

TRAVELOGUE/TRAVEL PHOTOGRAPHY

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TAKING ON LIFE..

“Live. Achieve. Die. You’re Liberated.”

Live.Achieve.Die.You're Liberated.

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A YEAR COMES..

THE SYMBOLISM OF A DAY

The transition
The symbolism of a day
To look back on
To feel the days gone by

To rehash the milestones
To recap the pains
To read them yet again
To text the symbolism

For the transition
Of a day’s identity
With its past
For its present

To make its tomorrow
The new Today
To renew the life
With a new pledge

To read the life
With a new you

The symbolism
Of a day’s transition
Happening everyday
Rejuvenates your identity

The symbolism
Of a day’s transition
From a year to the next
Is for, to reflect on a life

A year comes for the day
To add new elements
To its identity
With everyday newness

A day comes
To come everyday
To open up the vistas
For you to achieve more
For you to be more of you

A year comes
For every tomorrow
To make your today
For every day
To make your day

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A YEAR GOES BY..

Cerebral promises
A year worked on
And a life dedicated
Thoughtful commitment
The quest and its statement

An inner urge to go beyond
It’s been a year worked on
An enlightened journey upslope
A pledge to go for the kill
A sentient resolve to respond

Cerebral periodicals
A year worked on
The seminal dissent
And a call taken in
Outwitting the inimical

A year goes by
A year comes now
An invitation to thrill
An inclination to drill
It is to be the way uphill

A meaningful year goes by
Advent of great days knocks
The music gets subtler
The song gets into the veins
Yes, for the cerebral promises

A year worked on
A year goes by
A year comes now
To be worked on
In the quest to go beyond

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LIFE & YOU

LIFE & YOU

LIFE & YOU,
“It’s up to you to remain a mute spectator in the name of destiny or so,
living and leading a subservient lifestyle, or taking on it head on, with a vengeance,
with your emotional fury, with unwavering confidence of Being You,
 to tell life that let’s settle scores,
to become contemporaries with mutual respect for each other.”

LIFE & YOU

LIFE & YOU

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..OR YOU BEING THE PERSON YOU THINK TO BE..

..Or You being the Person You Think to Be..

..Or You Being the Person You Think To Be..

“The illusion – the Illusionist,
The delusional Methodist,
The Hallucinatory thinker,
The Dreaming Realist,
Life the Way it is,
Or,
You being the Person You think to be,
The Identity Idealist,
The Existential Realist,
The Diehard Individualist-
-BE YOU”

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LET THE DESTINY PLAY WITH YOU AT LEAST ONCE..

Let The Destiny Play With You

 

“Let the destiny play with you at least once.
Let it do the ugliest things to you.
That will be a lifetime of experience.
That will be the learning unparalleled.
Marking betrayers, sympathisers, friends, bystanders.
Mark them and don’t forget.
That will make you a better and stronger soul.”

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DO SO TO GET THE MAXIMUM FOR YOU..

We come and we go.
We are creation of this flow.
Not entitled to stay forever.
We don’t desire to live forever.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is a way to look at life.
That is the way to look at life.
Pain,
That we have so often.
Happiness,
That we don’t have so often.
But,
Peace can always be a trusted decision.
We come here to go.
We have so been made part of this flow.
Pain and happiness they come and go.
Don’t cling to any and get the blow.
Life is never in extremes.
So stop taking extreme positions.
Its grey is never absolute.
So stop blaming your dispositions.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is the way to look at life.
Don’t fear the death.
It is only the finality.
It is the only finality.
Live your life with this sanctity.
Make tomorrow your today.
Make today your day.
Nothing lasts forever in this flow.
Everyone comes here to go.
Make your life go as you do.
Be at peace when it’s through.

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THE MUNDANE

Looking off the window,
Talking to the distant thoughts,
Eyes fixed far in the absence,
As it is has become so everyday,
Like this moment,
As was the other day,
Reminding the windows,
The mundane opens in the life

Looking off the window,
I see the mundane on the go,
I read its presence,
As I did the last day,
As I get it into the moment now,
Telling me the other side of life,
The mundane so naturally builds,
For us to remain us, men of this world

Looking on the window,
Trying having sensed the expanse,
Looking to feel again,
As if I’ve travelled the distance,
To be one with my that ‘Self’,
When the mundane ‘Self’ sounds arguing,
Like it happens sometimes,
Pushing me to look inside the window

Looking on the window,
I dig down deeper as thoughts converse,
Not knowing the abyss of the creeper,
Nerves seem to cry from beneath,
Recollections flash upon that inward eye,
Reflections reconcile for that soliloquy,
When the calm feels vacant and pensive,
When solipsism gets talking and restive

WHEN I DIG IN.. (July 29, 2009) – Reworked, Rewritten (November 2, 2013)

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