Saturday, December 29, 2012

Redemption !


Sometimes I have to remind myself that some birds are not meant to be caged. 
Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you 
that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live 
in is that much more drab and empty that they are gone. I guess I just miss you !

Monday, December 3, 2012

Truth


"The wisest thing I ever heard was to seek the truth. No one can tell 
you what it feels like to be in the presence of the truth, because it's 
different for everyone, but you'll know it when you feel it!"

That was pretty much how our conversation ended and it left me with an immense brain-fuck ! Some people are like those rare beautiful gems and you can't stop looking at the glitter of their soul ! It doesn't matter where they are from or what language they speak. They just make sense !


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Epiphany !


Human beings... As much as we are all amazed with their brilliance, how do we know we would be less amazed if we were ants ? Or elephants ? or eagles ? Let's take the last one as an example. Eagles have wings and they know how to fly without consuming 12 liters per kilometer ! You may get over excited about what I just wrote and share it on your twitter or put it as your Facebook status, but for sake of argument, when a monkey jumps up and down and claps its hands, how do you know what he does is not just a similar reaction to an external event that triggers his excitement ? It takes a human to know there is no god for elephants! How do you know being an elephant can explain whether human beings have a god or not?
How well Rumi could have explained the story of life with the story of "The Elephant and the Blind Men"?

I wish my grammatical errors haven't contaminated my epiphany ! 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Quote of my days...


Of the Good in you I can speak, but not the Evil.
For what is Evil but Good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
When good is hungry, it seeks food, even in dark caves and when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters

Gibran Khalil Gibran