Special Moments :)

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Khalil Gibran on Marriage

Wander Mind

I stumbled at my blog today after a long time. May be there is a soar in my heart which I do not want to express or may be I am too emotional at times to be a practical independent woman. I read somewhere today - Expectation are the root cause of heart ache. Oh I totally agree to it. But my only question to ask at present is why should you not expect things or few words of empathy from your near and dear ones. Is that something really big to ask for? If people have expectations way beyond your capabilities - isn't it a good thing? What is wrong in expecting a phone call from your dear friend or a text message from a friend who is miles away from you.

 

I really don't know the reason for writing this post. But there are things which I want to share and I find peace when I let my thoughts and feeling flow through this medium.

 

For a long time now - I have many a times  felt like I am standing on a riverbank just watching the water of life go by - sometimes too scared to jump in and play. May be - I have been always waiting for the perfect current to come so that I could ride all the way to the completion of my intensely detailed life goals.I never wanted to move until I was certain. Life is flowing like the water itself and as the days pass and you look back you see changes - changes in all aspects!

 

As they say going with the flow is best part of life. Some days you will  have your way and some times it will drain you out. Either way, it's experience.

Emotions Lead Nowhere

"Whether you are guided by your emotions or guided by your intellect, it leads to despair because it leads nowhere. But you realize that love is not pleasure, love is not desire.You know what pleasure is, sir? When you look at something or when you have a feeling, to think about that feeling, to dwell constantly upon that feeling gives you pleasure, and that pleasure you want and you repeat that pleasure over and over again. When a man is very ambitious or a little ambitious, that gives him pleasure. When a man is seeking power, position, prestige in the name of the country, in the name of an idea, and all the rest of it, that gives him pleasure. He has no love at all, and therefore he creates mischief in the world. He brings about war within and without.So one has to realize that emotions, sentiment, enthusiasm, the feeling of being good, and all that have nothing whatsoever to do with real affection, compassion. All sentiment, emotions have to do with thought and therefore lead to pleasure and pain. Love has no pain, no sorrow, because it is not the outcome of pleasure or desire."

Rumbling Thoughts

My thoughts are fragmented

My feelings unrealised

I am on a surreal sojourn

All alone walked in life

Dreams and hopes in my eyes

Sometimes its hard to find answers of mysterious ways of life

It's difficult to explain how one feels at times

It's stupid for some, too risky for others

But a dream and a different one is hard to achieve

Its amazing - how we forget we are mere travellers traversing this world

I have a question which keeps lingering in my soul

Why do we seek permanence when life itself is temporary?

Her Hands

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.

Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.

Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.

Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mould me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hands now need my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.

Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me

--- Maggie Pittman

Successful Vs Unsuccessful People

The Subtle form of "ME"

“I don’t know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I’ve stopped having the fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I’m like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without knowing how he got there, which makes me think of those who lose their memory and for a long time are not themselves but someone else. I was someone else for a long time – since birth and consciousness – and suddenly I’ve woken up in the middle of a bridge, leaning over the river and knowing that I exist more solidly than the person I was up till now. But the city is unknown to me, the streets are new, and the trouble has no cure. And so, leaning over the bridge, I wait for the truth to go away and let me return to being fictitious and non-existent, intelligent and natural.”  - The Book of Disquiet