..It was premised on the unimaginative belief that wealth and fame were the mandatory stuff of everyone’s dreams.You have lived too long in New York, I told her. There are other worlds. Other kinds of dreams. Dreams in which failure is feasible, honorable, sometimes even worth striving for. Worlds in which recognition is not the only barometer of brilliance or human worth. There are plenty of warriors who I know and love, people more valuable than myself who go to war knowing in advance that they would fail. The only dream worth having, I told her, is to live while you’re alive and die only when you are dead..

Good perspective to Life

The story of life is like sailing. The water rushing past the keel. It trails every distance and all too soon it leaves behind than it leaves ahead. And with the voyage of time fade our chances of finding whats been lost or ever getting that which has never been. Love and happiness may be fleeting or illusive or evasive and not always attained.
Sometimes we get lucky and life gives us a second chance. Maybe it happens when we stand still or maybe it happens in synchronicity. All we know is, it happens but it only happens if we follow our path. And the path has heart.

Letter to Soul

Dear Soul!
Come, lets fly away
to the faraway now
its time!

you were not to be loved in bits
never to be cherished within few pieces
and into certain boxes

very intensely,
inexplicably,
irrevocably,
unconditionally-
were you to be loved!
nothing less
nothing less!

The Shatterings

There's onething,that is true

 You are never that shattered
          As you thought you were
 You never hit the farthest of the rock bottom
          As you thought you did

True,
Couple of bruises,here and there
Trusses of reminiscences
Blood of echoes and impressions

But again,
Have you seen a soul without corpses 

The logics of illogics

Life is like a supermarket's aisle where everything is neatly stacked together... the things you like vs the things you dislike...creating a mess of chaotic beautiful that immediately captivating to yourveyes and heart.
If life's equilibrium is in the mess and this chaos is all illogical ...but ultimately fixing right into thr jigsaw,how can you expect any logic in this when somebody has to enter or leave upsetting the established balance.
The illogic is the logic

The circle of Pain!

The hurt or pain or loss of something causes us to close up. Maybe the first reaction is to go inside walls, step back, retreat. The next stage is the impulse where you push back anyone that tries to come closer, or tries to break in.
We deny our vulnerability, our need .. maybe thinking it as a way forward or one way to gain strength. But what if instead of repeling and contracting inside walls and clenching our chests we expand it. Engulfing our hearts into it, making it into a gigantic ballon that first encircles yourself,  like a 3d view,expanding the frequency of pain of individual to enormity of the whole sitaution, then to the enormity of this world, out in the universe to the extent this becomes like a dot in the outer world. Enternity! Freeing itself from a singular moment.

What if this heals.. ?