Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Is there a place to hide ?

Is there a place to hide ?
Where there is a huge field with lots of green grasses ?

Where no one will be able to chase me out ?
where there is only the vault and earth along white angelic horses ?
where there is harmony, where there is the impalpable autumn wind ?
Is there a place to hide ?
Where I can breathe ?

Metro cities , every class rooms have one window , limited seats, no gardens,  admission problems, pollution, necessity of regular attendance, enemies, being unsafe, waiting for auto's for hours, greedy relatives,problematic neighbors, no one passionate.

Isn't all these enough to destroy someones concentration ? focus ? 
Is it possible to always listen to brains ? Is it ?
Even a person wants to relax he/she cant, even a person wants to sleep ,he/she cant...
I want to love but I cant ... I cant believe ..I cant trust ..

The problem is not that when I open my Facebook account ,I have no one to chat ,the problem is not that I don't receive sms and calls in my mobile ,the problem is not that he/she is not paying attention to me. The problem is something else ....the problem is being dissatisfied ,the problem is complications in each and every moment ,in each and every person we meet, to want want and just only want something !!!! damn it !!!

I don't know what I want ?? I don't know about what pleasure I am searching for ? 

Is there a place to hide ?
Where this unknown pleasure will be discovered ?  
where all complications will get drenched in rain,
where I could be mad in happiness,
Is there a place to hide ?
Where I could breathe ?


   

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

This winter..this solitude !!



A second of thousand minutes, a minute of thousand hours an hour of thousand days and a day of million solitary years.
                                                                                                            The world is full of crowd ...filled with so many people...So many faces... I walk through the streets, travel over buses and auto’s..... I walk against the stream...I could see so many faces ...I just see...Search someone unnecessarily...I search a known face...A person who is really known to me....., where my companion is not my companion, her words seems soundless....where her talks doesn’t strike me anywhere ...she speaks and speaks and I am soundless and dumb. Each and every busy byway seems morbid...Each and every noisy path seems silent...
I sleep all over the streets...I dream all over my walk...no one could wake me up.                                                                                                                      This soundless sense of satisfaction is my meditation...This solitary travel is my worship; my wait for the unknown passionate is my passion.