The usual way ..

A thought to bow down head infront of a temple gets more pushy when I am in trouble or wishing God to lend me a helping hand.
Such situations make me feel that I must visit God or actually must find out time to pray to Him.
While at easy going days, I dont know how nice the thought of visiting or praying to Him in me is.
At times, few days simply pass when I am just not able to find time for Him and feel repentant to do so.
And this feeling of regret grows stronger when the desire to see Him in my days of trouble and helplessness gives a call inside. It feels selfish and and that I want to flatter him in prayers to bestow upon me His kindness.
And then behaving the usual way is what I choose.
For I know my heart and mind always bow at His feet.

Why they call it practical ??

I am often condemned at times by people around for thinking too idealistic and expecting the world around to be similar way.
And then they say "It is practical".

I agree that one has to be logical enough and reasonable for his actions but then being practical at times hold a deficit of logic and reason.

Practicality has demolished the ideas of idealism and people as a weapon for their weakness use it.
It is true there can't be an ideal state to anything.But there can be a real state.
Even the laws of physics say that nothing is 100% efficient.None such idealism of 100% is expected from any individual.But then practicality can be closer to idealism.

And as the standard of practicality is moving away from the state of idealism,the world is moving towards the darker side and any wrong action gets justified.

The standard of practicality is to be raised sufficiently to help some ideals breathe at least.

A fearless world

This is one fav of mine .. Since I am not able to write much for my blog .. m keeping it alive with some oldies ..!! :)
　
A fearless world
I had been in a world,
It was not less than a heaven,
Attached there to a soul,
I was so secure in that haven.
　
That coziness, that care,
That divinity was a costly affair.
But not even a penny I spent,
And in that world I got all this for free,
Surprising is the kind of its power,
That it still runs within me.
　
I stayed there for nine months,
And I wished my stay could be long.
Shielding me from polluted souls,
My mother carried me in her womb.
　
She built me inside,
Teaching me life.
Yielding me protection,
Which now I lack outside.
　
That world was different,
So fearless, so strong,
I was so safe,
Unborn.
　
I was taught,
Just to love,
Running relationships providing own blood,
Living for those relationships that breathe inside,
Providing them with lovely nutrition,
And all luxuries beside.
　
But I have realized,
This world contradicts that world inside,
It's not that fearless,
It's not that strong,
I feel so insecure,
Among these selfish souls.
　
Anybody I meet in my life,
I nourish him with all my might,
But at the day's end,
I find a huge difference,
Between the relationships I hold,
To this world and to that womb .
　
This is not the kind of world,
I got life in,
Why these worlds are different??
Why my origin and survival are contradicting??
　
No reason to explain,
Ironically I have to claim,
Either I got to be in a world unknown,
Or my mother's womb taught me wrong.

js a few words ..

This came just random on a notepad. A very little one. I would like to share.

Little is not my power,
Little is not my will,
But I am not that ordinary,
If Not with some killing skill.

I am not proud or arrogant,
I am obliged for the true sense,
I am not obsessed of myself,
I know my true self.

You may consider me a fool,
So I too do at times,
But wrong would be you,
If you think I have an inflexible spine.

I love myself,
you can see that glitter in my eyes,
To see my love for you,
look upto the skies.

And I started loving

This is one old poem written by me very much loved by myself and many .. I would like to share it once more ..

And I started loving…………..

A day I found you around,
And you got so intimately bound.
You kept coming closer,
Became a part of me,
Mingling my life in yours,
Ornamenting it with your beauty.
And
When I sit alone,
Lost in loneliness,
I define my every moment,
With such a clarity of your presence,
Solace I find,
An utmost comfort with you, in you.
Because my loneliness holds just you,
I started loving it too…….

When I sit quiet,
I hear your smiles loud,
And then,
I too smile your way.
I live you every moment,
I love you every moment.
In the meekness of constantly moving life,
I talk to you for hours inside,
And just enjoy your flavour aside.
Because my silence holds just you,
I started loving it too……..

You hold my charm,
You hold my smiles,
You have made yourself run in my every breath.
My beauty from you,
My life in you.
Now this earthly flesh seems mine,
And underneath,
Spiritually,
It's your soul that is lying.
Because its just you in me, I started loving myself TOO…………...

You shall remain engraved on hearts!!

Sitting next to one of my friends in office, I thinly sighted the two words 'Pink floyd' on one arm extending of his glass frame.And I was like amazed to find it on something like this. I have found these words written on T-shirt, wallpapers, cars and many more . But this space was a crazy one. Thus here is a tribute to the magical and musical band THE PINK FLOYD, by me and the maker of frames . while my friend never knew that his frames had it .

Three amazons of my life ..

My life, I suppose, has been influenced more by the female divinity and strength than male's.
Be it my mom, sis, grandmoms, aunties, frens, teachers, mentors, colleagues, I really feel cherubic impact of theirs on my life.
And there are these 3 significant females in my life who have substantiated their influence by my existence of one heroic nature.
I would owe not just a part but almost all of me to them.
They are in me ,spiritually, just as the other 5 physical ingredients of life.
I know who of these ladies do I actually resemble the most and the least also.
The oldest of these is my grandmom.My dad's mother.
A lady with invincible power, a heart filled with love, a fighter, a dreamer, a lady of extreme emotions.
I dont know how much I miss her. Heaven is her abode now. I would see her in my dreams at night. and just wish I could meet her once and could kiss her soft cheeks.
And always wish that if God could have a plan like meeting the people He has of us a specific day in year, once at least.
It has been almost two years she left this world, she nevertheless is felt more than she is remembered.

Following her is my own mother.
Her placidity,serenity, divinity always makes me feel conquered and defeated and at my own will.
I yield to her forbearance and piousness at the same moment I am fighting to win over the situation or discussion.
There is nobody who knows my life as deeply as she does.Just nobody and there cannot be one.
I know it holds true for everyone on this earth.
I just wonder and wonder at her feelings, her calm disposition.
She would do more than I need.
She would care more than I can reciprocate.
And I find it as magical, like a river flowing not knowing where it will end but it flows.
　
And she is the third one whom I love the most and have half-lost a companion, a friend, a confidant since the time she has been taken away by love of her life.
My sister is the most amazing and vivacious part of me and my life.
She would know the best philosopies of life to play her role as daughter, a daughter-in-law, a wife , sister .She is just perfect to play any role in life.And she has outdone anybody in holding herself up during moments of torment.
She has been my aegis, she has been like a tree shade in scorching heat, she has been like a balmy breeze through my moment of distress and suffering.
I feel wonderful to have my life painted in colors of richness and exuberance by 3 generations of life.
I feel that power in me.
I see that beauty in me.
And as I said that I know whom I resemble the most of these 3 generations , I know it is true when I say the answer is my grandmother :)