Morning delight!

 I step onto the asphalt roads

As little crystals hug green leaves

The warm sun gently rises

A sacred morning it delicately weaves

Sunlight dances on the Gulmohar petals

As the road is carpeted with fallen flowers

A mild drizzle plays on my skin

As I am blissfully treated in these early hours!

A light whiff spreads in the air

As morning scent playfully sprays

Oh colours so vivid, a delight to eyes

Stunned by the beauty I mutely gaze!

~Sam

A recitation

Bliss locked up in its gentle fragrance

When earth dipped in rainy cologne

Each flower, each leaf adorned a diamond bead

Like lovers gift after a long adjourn

I step out and breathe a new air,

See the earth, still asleep like a new born

The rain in the dark, cast a mystic spell

To decipher it’s symphony in the morn

The imprints on the ground

Trees pining for the rain that’s long gone           

Enchanted by recitation of a tale

In the drizzle at the break of the dawn!

~Sam

Illusion of logic!

Mind is probably our biggest burden. It holds life in its hands and strangles it for logic.  It leaves us apprehensive. Apprehensive about the things we do. Apprehensive when we can’t figure out  what to do. Apprehensive.  Just,  apprehensive.  No, that’s not funny. Imagine our mental restlessness to place things in boxes that we lay down on our backs look at the beautiful sky and try and make sense of the shape of the clouds.  That, looks like an elephant! Ya.. that’s like a bird.

We are constantly killing ourselves to make sense. We take pride to tell..,” hey you know I am wiser!” Well, has anyone ever been able to define even one percent of what exactly wisdom means? Socrates too washed his hand off saying, “Hey! I know nothing!”

We make judgements and feel bad about them, But wasn’t that the whole point of experiences and learning’s... to able to judge better, know things before they happen? But we do get hit; we stumble upon road blocks, fall with our face down …flat! Our logic takes a wrong ‘U’ turn gets caught by the police of life, gets heavily fined for getting into a wrong lane- loses out on petrol stops in the middle of the road when signal changes green and everybody moves honking annoyingly at it.. While it just stands there…with its face down it slowly pushes to the side.

Logic is a myth, a maze, a drug we take to be able to handle the ambiguities of life. Logic comforts us. True. But that may not be our reality!  Just a beautiful illusion that tucks life into it's warm blanket to prevent it from the winter chill!

Changes at my end!

Hey all!

Doesn't look like I have taken a long break but considering the frequency I used to post at.. I feel like I've had a hiatus. Well this is a general post to tell you all I have been fine and there have been so many changes at my end. I have moved into a new house. I have started to work. So.. lot of things.. settling down. I currently so preoccupied with enjoying the new drama in life that I need to flush my brain with new thoughts to be able to write something decent enough  to be read by worth readers like you all. So while I take my sweet little time to stretch myself back into the vibe.. fill me up what you have been up to?


-Sam

Life's Prelude!

A desire to push into the past, strongly brews

With merry memories, held as an excuse

To turn the hands of time, let worries elude

To re-live an age that is far ensued!

Make the mind twist to think like a child

Let it free; let it play for a while

To hold and behold dreams, dauntless

Unperturbed about the destined, mysterious

Be ignorant about the wrong and right

Without worry or fear let one’s heart recite

To fall under a spell and momentarily delude

Trick a grown up to into the life’s prelude!

~Sam