JW.

Peace for me ain't Him.
It is a Black Box.
The Black Box is Him.
Peace for You is,
what your Heart is.

I looked outside the window today. It was raining. Half asleep, I sat on the window sill and did something that I hadn't done in ages. I saw the water droplets clinging to the window frame. I put my palm under and waited for a drop to form, get heavier and finally fall on my palm. I felt happy. Those moments waiting for the droplets to fall filled me with innocence. Nature has its own ways of cheering us up.

Govind
Mumbai, 04-09-2011.

Daffodils...

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

A dusty road, forever close to my heart
Eyes closed, I cherish those moments much
Then have no end and have no start
The Lovely Smile, the Endearing Touch


The first stanza is from Daffodils by William Wordsworth.


Love.
Govind. 1-7-2011. 
I left for Mumbai on this very date last year. Times have changed and with 'self has changed me too.

Evening Bliss..

The sun was bright
The moments, dark;
Wallets were rich
The poverty, stark

A water drop seeks nothing but
eternal peace on a flower petal.

Govind.
24-06-2011.

And After It...!

Whatever happens to our dreams when we sleep?

Nothing can be said.

But we definitely become selfless and unselfish. We don't care about our dreams any longer.

What we care for are the people who are awake.
All of them who were not only there with you but for you whilst you were awake.
We wish them courage, we wish them luck. we give them love and pray so that they can see their dreams become reality.

G.
Because imperfection is clarity.
13-04-2011

And The Night.....

He went through his bag once again. All that he had planned to take with him was in it.
*Sigh*
There was no reason for him to stay any longer.

Behind the trees lurked someone calling out to him.
He smiled and left, never to return.

Gov.
10/04/2011

Accelerate!

Many lives we live in one
Many hands we hold with one
Many dreams we dream in one
Many hearts we touch with one

Govind
27/03/2011

A Drop That Hurt!

The day sets in the sea;
the night is near the shore.
There is neither light
nor darkness.
When the body dies
and the soul awakens,
a Poem promises me Deliverance.

Adapted from Anand(1971)
Gov. 20-03-2011.

Point....

As chaos reigns all around,
calmness lies deep within.
These are tests we have to face,
and then our "life" shall begin.

G.
Hopes. 03-03-2011.

1 7 4....

If Gods read blog then this post is a prayer
A prayer for Peace and whatever I deserve

Gov

PCSDMS - What?

There are some decisions you feel that have to be taken. Not that it is absolutely necessary but sometimes you take it just to clear your conscience. You were not able to sleep earlier. You aren't sleeping now either. But you've had realizations and now your mind is at peace.

During one of those usual rounds of staring into nothingness you do not have that feeling of guilt and remorse within. And you have moments when you are neither happy nor sad. There is no light at the end of the tunnel and as you travel along you might realize that there will never be any, but the deal is you realize that there is light at the your end: Within you. Is that not important?

Love & Luck
Govind. These days.

T - 4!

A story. A life. A love.
A song. A prayer. A poetry.
A machine. A feeling. A leaf.
A hope. Some memories.
A magic carpet. A wonderwall.
A wait. The hope. The future.
A thought. A realization.
A bed. A pillow. A sheet.
A jigsaw puzzle. Solved. ;)
A post - for myself.

A CLEAR CONSCIENCE. A PURE HEART. THE TRUTH.
A PROMISE. THE RUNWAY FOR THE FREEDOM FLIGHT.
THE SUNSHINE. THE PEACEFUL SLEEP.

Forgive me, if I have sinned.
Govind. 09/01/2011.

Left, Right & Inside!

In there be you an eternal child
Let his imaginations break free,
...let it go wild!

In your "Little" world:
The birds - they swim and the fishes fly
& with Newton, nature need not comply.
You close your eyes and the sun - it shines;
neither circles are round, nor straight are the lines.

Govind
02-01-2011

To You!

Met them who were not perfect yet happy,
made me realize of my own  imperfections.
I was asking for myself,
for everything but forgiveness.

Thought of in a state of despair.
Written in a state of hope.

G. Paradise.
04-12-2010

You would not know. Would you?

She had mesmerizing eyes.  I’ve never met her and am pretty sure that I’m never going to. That’s a tragedy but I’m  also happy that someone did meet her, who connected "us" and thanks to this connection I was able to figure out so much about myself, things that I love, people and the harsh reality that what we often consider to be a harsh reality is actually not.

Now, it was me who, at first, tried for hours to figure out the lies and deceit  in her eyes. The problem is with me (or should I say, with us). And now I spend days wondering and trying to figure out that something to which our senses respond so well, can be so true. It’s like a mirror but just that it shows reflections of a better world with hope and beauty.

I pray for her. For myself. For everything and everyone I believe in.

Complex? Maybe. I see many things clearly now. Be happy for me.
Grammatically incorrect? Maybe. You know, I don’t care.

Love, G.
12, 13, 14-11-2010, Mumbai. 
   

Being "funny" is not the same as being "immature"!!!

Was I happier...

...when I could color the sky, green
or color the water, red?

...when I rushed to blow off the candles,
when the power came back after a power cut?

...when I thought crackers were the coolest
and big size water guns, the best"est"?

...when it felt cartoons were the best entertainment
and comics, the best read?

...when once a week I was allowed to eat out
provided I could give a reason to why I should be allowed?

...when the meaning of love was unknown,
yet there was love all around?


Why is it that "you" are not happy all the time?

Gov. 20.10.2010. (Nice date).

Today!

Sitting on the window sill
thinking of the days gone by
Realizing life'll never stay still
these cheeks have now gone dry

**
The distant lights remind me
of a smile I'll never forget
**

Weird it is
This silence
brings me not words
but sounds,
of peace
and
of life.

Govind
3-10-2010
Mumbai

Please..... Oooogh!

What I've left behind
What I am to be
The luxuries that were taken for granted
Now, at midnight, my yearn for a cup of tea

It was never about the books
It was always about life
Bitterness I am exposed to now
And the existence of strife

A long way yet to go
A long way, it seems, I've come
From that falsity of self worth
To the realization of being a scum


Govind
Mumbai
05.Sept.2010
(The question is - WHY?)

Diamonds and Rust

An amazing song written by Joan Baez. Although she might deny it, but we know it is about Bob Dylan.

The following is an excerpt from the song:

"And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall"

OK. My point is - light-year is a unit of distance not time.
Similarly, foot-pound is a unit of work not weight.
Song is class. Enjoy it. I cant ruin anything for you.
Gov.

I Don't...

This post might not be of any interest to anyone. I am not saying the others are. If the internet would be the world then this blog is definitely "The Sahara", where only a few venture in. And why, only Lord knows. PS: Even He doesn't.

Grammar is my biggest adversary. Realization. The laws and by-laws leave me at my wits ends.

I have no clue about my results. I am getting impatient. But it's not only the government that is testing me. It's also the people around me. Almost everyone. I am outgrowing people at an alarming rate. I hope for the best & by the end of this year, hopefully before, I would have the list of people I want out of my life, once and for all. OK, I've made mistakes too but they have all been excusable. Yeah, I am sure about it.

As it turns out, it turned out quite sometime back actually, Elasticity is not a concept exclusive to Physics. I have been reading Economics and I find it interesting. Till now. Just like people, I have outgrown subjects in the past too.

The grass always looks greener on the other side. True. Well said. But what if there is no grass on my side at all? I have to creep to the other side. Bleh!

Grrrr. Night. Dear Mr. Lorre, plagiarism does exist!
G.

Invictus

I saw many movies this week. One of them was Invictus. All the nominations it got at the Oscars and other ceremonies were justified but I am not here to discuss the movie. I am here for the poem, Invictus, that was the soul of the movie. Most of you must have read the poem but still, I am uploading it for those who haven't.

*

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Love. G.