Kejrival slapped - apology

I have to make an exception to my resolve not to make any comment on any political event or issue. I cannot help registering my strongest sense of outrage over what happened today in that incident involving Shri Arvind Kejrival.This was unforgivable. Even from the opposing side, and even without me or anyone I represent being responsible for what happened, I feel I owe him an apology. I strongly condemn this uncivilized conduct. So must everyone regardless of his or her political affiliations.

candate for heaven

I rule myself out as a candidate for heaven.. more of it later.

tantalizingly through the soil at your feet... O winds,O breeze, O breath O tree, where is the hour you hid as you giggled like a school girl, half in innocence , half in mischief....

Oh , to be able to find the hour to toss all the twigs and stones and pebbles and sand and soil over across that pond.....and return to the one thing that alone seems to give some happiness, therefore have some meaning. That one thing: to live being oneself, all the time. Politics often threatens to take me away from my little paper boats, these paper boats in which i loaded the cargo of my dreams and set those dreams afloat on the breeze of love in the direction of nowhere from where the little whiffs of love keep blowing gently in.....As I stand here, under this tree that recognises me from me what beats in my bosom,..O tree, tell me the hour that will take me to the sound of the ripple that love causes in your leaves....Let my hour come too...let me leaves clap their hands too..let me sing with you and my soul be carried in and by the breeze that your leaves exhale...or the breeze that plays with your leaves as it does with your scrumptious mouth, kissing even the lips of your roots, exposes tantalizingly through the soil at your feet... O winds,O breeze, O breath O tree, where is the hour you hid as you giggled like a school girl, half in innocence , half in mischief....At your feet, on your bosom , in your breath lies the hour I seek. Do you know I will never come to claim it, because I know if I claim you will render it unto me as mine...and I gave it you because i wanted it to be yours. I will always come to you to reclaim my debt, but never accept it even if you give it to me a million fold with interest and more...This hour which is my bond with you will always be in your gentle finger, O leaves. This hour will always be with you because this hour is the hour of eternity of my love for you..I have other eternities to love, other loves to follow..other hours that I have entrusted to other friends, friends like the sea out there, things like the cloud that laughs and bathes with me, things like the temple bells that sing to me songs of romance while others fear them for hell and heaven....

My hour is with you and though i will seek it every hour, never shall I allow myself to find it...

Because I love you O tree, Because I love you O seas, Because I love you, you proud sky and O gentle humble earth. Because I love you. because I love......

Keep the hour. I have no time for time keeping. I have time for eternity and I will dance and sing because only dance is eternal and because only song is eternal

If I ever fall in love again......if I ever find that I have always been in love...If you who think I talk insane because I talk to you of love..

If i come and embrace and kiss you and sleep with you, O sky.....you will know why I seek the hour and don't want to find it. O earth, and rivers and streams and winds and fire and the dark dark night in which my love glows...and the bold bright day which hides my night of loving sins >>>Because I love you which is because you love which is all that you and I and others know, even those who think they know not......One day, all thorns will sing too and share with the rose their pain..One day the rose will toss its head at the thorns and sing, I am a coquette, you are sages....teach me how to get all the blame silently Love you..(Dedicated to someone)

Doing the unforgivable and forgiving whats done ...

Nothing is easier than doing the unforgivable; nothing more difficult than to forgive, truly forgive.

From dark tunnel into a new dawn

What should have been yesterday by now still looks bang in the eye, unwilling to go to sleep....There was a break from work in the earlier part of tonight but it was over by the time I was able to make up my mind on what to do with it....And then the dark depression ..and finally a return to work again....Occasional departure to Fb to heave a deep breath for relief and relaxation is the only royal luxury these days....

Rehras Sahib and some more reflective readings apart, days are just a 'to do' list pasted on every wall of mind's inner chambers....

With all this, there is a deep silence that echoes a deeper silence which throws the first echo back... and the constant tosses back and forth produce the clickety-clack of a billion cosmic beats, internal rhythm of seasons dancing to the pulsating internal music of a loving heart beat ...

Thus does life create music for itself to deny hollow sounds even a temporary victory, thus does hunger turn into meal, feeding upon itself, thus does my mouth water to quench a parched throat................Bichhona dharti ko kar ke arre aakash od le.! Fare forward to the call of the work place.

The executive head and the judicary in us

Generally speaking, the world is right about us but appears wrong because the image that the world sees of us does not tally with the self-image every individual carries of himself in his heart. The problem everyone has is that no man is able to separate the executive head in heart from the judicial head who adjudicates upon the same man's actions.

Inhaling incense

This is campaign time, but I am still inhaling incense in my soul and hearkening melodies unheard.....I hadn't thought such gardens and so much fragrance spread across our inner space...

All thorns too will sing

"One day, all thorns will sing too and share with the rose their pain..One day the rose will toss its head at the thorns and sing, "I am a coquette; you are sages....teach me how to take all blame silently. "

The song in you...

Have you ever felt as if everything you have been so engrossed in, deeply committed to , relishing almost as your physical, emotional and spiritual feast was not even worth a little toss of a beautiful head and moving your fingers through "brown hair sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown" or worth a hearty, hearty laugh shared with a beggar urchin in small by-lanes, or just closing your eyes for a siesta while your mother watches with quiet love in her eyes. Have you ever felt, even as you were leading in a F1 race, like throwing it all up, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper or whatever you could lay your hands on and retire to some quiet obscure corner just to allow the song in you to strike a beat through your pen? Have you ever felt that after you secured basic bread and butter and reasonable comfort of a roof and a few clothes for you and family, its insane to go on breaking into sweat just to "ambitionise" your approach life. 

Yes, work is the greatest high for a clean soul, a worship, a passion, a romance - but only when work is done as a consecration.

But to return to the question, have you ever felt as if everything......

Paper boats with cargo of dream

"I have never allowed the child in me to stop launching paper boats from one end of the village pond and running to the other end to receive them, jumping and clapping my hands in glee as they arrive with their cargo of my dreams".......