Rain and other things.

I could always feel the rain before it came. I could feel it as the smell of the impending rain filled my soul. I could imagine that first rain drop fall while it was just a bit of vapor in the skies.

It's been so long since I first walked this piece of floating space dirt, and everything seems to have faded and lost its charm. The childlike wonder has slowly died... but for the rain. The rain. Of my earliest sense of wonder of the rain and as far back as I can remember not one iota of wonder seems to have faded away till this moment as these words come pouring out of my keyboard at 150 words a minute.

I guess, when it rains, the child lives and for a bit... everything seems to be filled with wonder again. 

mhmm. Let go? Why?

What if you let go of your ego? Would life be as much fun as it is today - with all its highs and lows? Would it be considered living if you walk the middle path all your life? Did Buddha die the day he discovered the answers to his questions? Can you feel without the other self? Isn't ego the same as the soul? bla bla bla.

The mind wanders and some questions are asked and forgotten. Some are noted down.

Let's think

Who is going to tell YOU, that you are dead?

Unsaid but understood

There is a rhythm in the way the world swirls around you. It has a pulse that can be heard if you listen hard enough. Stop and listen every now then. Know that whatever comes down your path can be crossed. That half a moon is still the moon.

A Cog in the Life Engine

Life has a plan for all of us. Life has set boundaries. The number of choices at every crossroads we come across are less than what we would like to believe. That is how we have been set up by our environment, by everything we have seen and heard until this point in life. In fact there comes a point when everything we see or hear is dictated by all that we had experienced up to that moment. It is at that moment when you know that your destiny, that your life's route has been fixed irrevocably.
But every now and then someone with great strength of will and with freedom gushing through his veins, shatters this plan. He goes off-road. This man who needs no roads to travel is free. At every path he stands still, life presents him with infinite opportunities. Like a ripple in the pond, he courses through life - in all directions at once. He is truly the king of his destiny. This man can be YOU. All you need to do is step off the life's planned route. The first step is the hardest but you will learn to walk as you did a long time ago.

Half baked.

To be two when you were used to being one. To know that you will forever be incomplete without the other one. The songs float around you. Gently they remind you of the one that completes you. In stars. In skies. In trees and in familiar sounds. In flashbacks and remembered days gone by. She lives in them now. And in today, she haunts you even when she is right in front of you. And when she is not around, the days are half lived and you exist half dead.

The other half of your half baked self. The last piece of the jigsaw. Now all we have to do, kitten, is to find out how to best fit the pieces together.

And little muffin, from sunset to sunrise and horizon to the shore is the expanse of our love. Infinite, deep and unfathomable.

Beggars and Travelers

We are drifters. There is no where and no one we truly belong to, and vice versa. Complete freedom has always been there for the taking, just a step away. How we fool ourselves into not taking that step. How we convince, confuse, lie, manipulate hurt and entangle ourselves into web after web of entrapment.

Why?

Because, we are afraid. Afraid of what complete freedom means. We don't understand it. We invented God. We invented religion and we invented love country religion race caste family language civilization science labels sects stereotypes songs movies and everything we have just so that we can avoid this one burning question. As we travel through life, dying one day at a  time, IT is always there. Always waiting for us. Calling to us when we least expect it, when we believe it is gone and faded away. Freedom. The only way to truly live. Ties are called ties for a reason and we keep tying ourselves down. Will we ever take that leap? Maybe one day we will get enough courage to do so.

Till then, we are all in the black. Can't see or be seen.