21/feb/2014....

Grey ashes left behind, good time sink along with the memories.Does it make sense ? Those cute little things will remain forever but today mashed it along with the boiled potatoes.

Good or bad is subjective.... If something complies with our thought process then its good or otherwise. 

Watever u want to mash it out of annoyance....it comes out as a Spinx

 

 Living in between, enjoying the height of rudeness, questioning myself, this is not exactly what i want.

Nature doesnot give wat u want....its the human tendency that makes it to bend the nature as he/she wants.... when we fail to mould the nature, we  get frustrated and hopeless.failure in being moulding the nature is sometimes intentional by the culture....like in male dominant society wehere the society want to dominate women and the failure of women is attributed to her patience and sacrifice....

 emotions doesnot matter anymore, feelings were hidden while the burden of living a life is quite difficult.

emotion makes us Human...without it there is nothing diff between us and a stone....

Never say that there is no emotion....frustration, anger, helplessness are some of the powerfull emotions tht drive human race

 

shilapadma

stone lotus

 

how good it is t0 feel ur heart wit powerful and heavy stone?

 

 lotus also has a dirty start from the mud, waste land....

 

the label of patience and sacrifices does not play any role

when lotus doesnot care the mud, seeds dont care the burden of earth and a foetus doesnot care the darkness...

 

who are U ?

 

sacrifice is like surrendering to fate.....u hav to find ur way

 

that bear the white lotus

the grey ashes of a beautiful bride wearing red bangles

 

its like gold getting purified after burning in the ashes....with a round shape bindi and a stubborn red sindoor

red bangles are the fire tht glows

 

feel like to runaway from this dirty world

round is life cycle....and everyday sindoor is a  reminder of that

runnning has no end....

 

away from this uncultured society

 

how good it is to live alone away from this hotch potch circular life

  

the frustration makes the society to adjust its faults...alone has no value.....God too doesnot stay alone.....

  

compromises adjustment is really a bad word

 

compromise is surrendeing for a short period of time....

if its long enough then its a habit, a ritual...

 

be free....

love what u r...

love who ever u want....

 life huh......

love though  

 

do u know y cage bird sing the song of freedom ?

 

no body knows what the bird sings its u to interpret

interpretation

oh mind, when u will be calm ?

come we will dissect"The Life"into various parts.

 happy,they caged my life...

 

its quite difficult to breathe .

standing at the foot,gazind at the sky,

looking for the most brightest star, i wish......i wish to be that star for someone else.

 

i wish i would measure the frequency of the changing time. so many things changed, people shouts,.i allowed them to shout . People behave rudely, i allowed them to behave rudely.Why the hell nothing matters to me? its good to be calm and quiet,alone near the darkness. The darkness is soothing,reflecting the images of happiness? The magnitude of time is peaceful.Expectation has no more role to play.Time changed,enjoy the bar of success and dedicate yourself to the time .Never pull the step backwardly, it might hurt a peaceful heart.The plate has been served but the noises still irritates me peacefully.I questioned myself, but the raising the question itself a fool activity.Dream has scattered but i served it into the plates,plate has been thrown away into the bin, i bring it into my life again, again it has been squeezed by the nearer one,now i myself cut my dream into the slices and sandwich it along with green capsicum and red tomatoes.Now they have it deliciously, how bitter it was to do it again and again.but i did it. I did it with a faint smile and people thought ,i am the most happiest person in this world,how bitter it was to taste the flavor of a tearful eyes,it is similar to the taste of a salty ocean.people create noises,sometime they cross the limits,they shouts as if they are talking with an object.what more to say................

change has already changed the concept of movement.in our life.memories has been erased.white life has a meaningful reason to live.the flavor of ginger has been evaporated.and yes the momentum off time has changed and the leftover ashes degrade into the wet tears.The tearful eyes lost in the past memories and a faint smile resembles the beauty of the present time.Irritating emotions raised a bar in between while the scattered wheat flour touches the ground .How difficult it is to prepare the dough of our life? Ingredients were lost and now no more right to feel the visualization of our dreams.bride  in red is so beautiful, soothe my soul after a long time.