Category Archives: Story, Kahaani

I am and I was not meant to be this

Whether I confront or arguably accede , I was and I am not meant to be this.

what was not in my control shaped my psyche, my self awareness towards confronting, winning or acceding to those circumstances made me what I am today, yet the heart sinks and craves within for what it dreamt for,and what it failed to achieve, it continues to remind me , “it’s not me”,

Will write to you soon ..

All Chiseled Stones are Not God

The wanderer had travelled to the “top of the mountains” and collected the finest pieces of stones of different shape and sizes, on the way back the valley of flower had the river beside it flowing carelessly; curvy, giggling,

The pebbles at the river bed were like its children which the river was carrying and shaping by removing its sharp edges. the river knew those pebbles are needed to keep it flowing.

This journey was not possible without the help of those pebbles spread across the path, the foot steps made with stones along the stairs ; this is what they are and they have become like this by serving and helping Wanderers, Faith Keepers and Invaders alike. they might not be precious yet they can not be replaced , they are priceless, the wanderer knew that, and he appreciated each of those units.

Back to his den, the wander continue to chisel those collected stones; carve them carefully, put his soul in every piece he chisels, yes his soul is in all those creations which he has decided not to sell to any one at any cost, at any time.

Those stones are now the creation, created with his soul and emotions were like his offspring , were happy, he brought them and made them something which they had not thought of.

The wanderer’s obsessions, his love, his dedication, and his faith made him bow in front of those stones, talk to them, pray in front of them, they had turned to be the God and the wanderer was expecting Cosmic-Miracles from them.

Both the God and His worshipper had become so possessive of each other, the faith instilled was so unquestionable. The Stones from the Nature had become the God of the Civilization and the Calamities.

The divinity showered by the God now must prevail upon the devil and the calamities. the wanderer prayed the God to make him “the winner of the war-within”

Now those Stones are not Stone, they are jut not the Gods of the wanderer, The God’s miracles are being narrated everywhere, the God is not only the God of all the man kind and all the living being, He is the master of Universe.

Those men discovered and decoded God created the universe, He created black holes and He created the man kind like the wanderer and ordered him to create the “God”.

The Man, the Wanderer is now just a man Worth of Nothing just a puppet held in the hands of Strings-Puller, “The God”

All it appears is Normal, “there is no alternative to the present” which is passing by.

Has the time come to go back to the same “Top of the Mountain” and the “River-Bed” from where the journey had begun to create an “Alternative of the future”.

Talk to you soon

Love

Life Notes

Whenever I struggle infinitely and fail to decide the title that could comprehend my writings, conveniently leave it in the hands of destiny and call it “Life Notes.”

It’s so difficult to find the context of anything on a large canvas of this infinite universe, Nothing seems to change it.

The option to feel proud or humiliated or relevant are only contextual to those passing moments, some time longer than expected or sometime much smaller than expected, the spirit of ecstasy perceived immortal to the soul gets immersed to the universe and is destined to liberate and transform to something unknown to anyone,

The continuous hammering and putting it inside the oven to be tested with time and circumstances has taken out all the life juices..

How we nurture and butcher the same at the same time , and if do not do it the the new creation would annihilate the old one.

If we are evolving, arguably, somewhere the universe is also evolving , and if that is evolving, the theory of life, the theory of love and pain, would also evolve for better.

will write back soon

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The Call of Anonymity

I never knew those anonymous calls would be so profoundly loud. they beat the ear drums continuously, The ethos of cerebral ecosystem are being whipped, lips are dry, wet eyes , in front of the gruesome display of hostilities shine under the scorching sun.

The wishes, prayers, dreams, hopes, and convictions are aligning together, to create one universe where heart sees the world and eyes look into the heart.

The serenity spread across the sky is so infinite, so limitless, the abundance of love, safety, security embrace the soul like soft breezes.

will come back again,,,,,,

Against all odds

Like the last droplets watering a lake drying from the drought,I evaporate into the sky leaving behind me a crust of salt,signifying that I used to be,and no man-made efforts to cool the Earth could help me. Like the feet of a desert dweller betrayed by his instincts,cut and slashed, as he lost his way,I grow new […]

Against all odds

Interesting words

Engram: a mental image picture which is a recording of an experience containing pain, unconsciousness, and a real or fantasied threat to survival. it is a recording in a reactive mind of something which actually happened to an individual in the past and which contained pain and unconsciousness. it must by definition have impact or injury as part of its content. These engrams are a complete recording down to the last accurate detail, of every perception present in a moment or partial or full unconsciousness