Understanding Life - Part 1

LIFE IS UNCERTAIN.

Karma - Kharma - Kilbisa

Cause (act) - Effect - Guilt

If I tell you that you will die in your sleep, will you dare to sleep? The world which is highly technologically driven today, can it stop; when nature turns on its Ugra Roopam (extreme anger form)? Let's not go to extremes in the very beginning. Let's start small. So, can we even control ourselves by not committing a mistake (willingly or unwillingly)? And, who measures the effectiveness of the Karma (act)? I'm not Devatha (God) to decide the fate; but the fear of mrtyu (death) is as such.

People you meet; The time you meet; The perception you form; The path you choose; The journey you travel; The situations that you would be put into; The experience you take out of it; The happiness / guilt you carry there after; Can you be certain of at least one of this to be known to you beforehand? NO isn't it? That's why.. It's UNCERTAIN.

Let's go a step behind. Do we even know that we were destined to be reborn again? How can we be so sure that this is our rebirth? How can we possibly say that we are not accidental? Are we really destined to take birth; leaving behind other million competitors? Are we truly that fortunate? And if yes, is it just because, Devatha wants to punish us for what we have done in our previous birth? If moksha is just about acceptance and bearing the pain, why is hell built for? Does that mean, rebirth is more painful than hell? Only the dead soul attains moksha.

We all go through different phases in life. And we all have past. Do we even know what triggers us in the next minute and what if, that would be life changing moment of our life? The one's who says that there's only logic in this cosmos, they all have already fallen for the magic! And those who believes in logic, but not rebirth, the question to them would be, "What are they living for?" - Themselves? - What for? Whom for? Only the dead doesn't speak about past.

Everyone of us have plans. And if the soul of every plan is to attain the happiness, why aren't we actually happy with the result of the plan that we made? What stopped the plan? Who and why did they stop the plan? If it involves other entity, why did we even allow other entity to alter the plan? Why at all invite other entity? Is it planned? No? Then who made it happen? Does that mean, the plan is already known to someone? Only the dead doesn't create a plan.

Time. When we say time's up - do we even think about our time getting closer? Whose time are we really deciding? Actually, is it us who is deciding time? What's our time by the way? What reference are we really attaching for every second passed? Do you think, time will remember what we have done or care in those moments? Why is that we try to get hold of time? Or, can we really get hold of time? If YES, why do we die? Why can't we be immortal? Only the dead doesn't speak about time.

Emotions. Crazy and beauty this is. It makes us like what we don't like; It makes us break what we don't like or the other don't like (no questions asked). Actually, do we even ask that something that we are breaking is willing to be broken? Doesn't that have an emotion? Why is that, it has to become destroyable object because of our emotion? Are we, the deciders of their life span? If so, don't you think, there'll be someone who can decide our life span?

Conclusion? There's no conclusion. When life itself is uncertain, what conclusion are we really looking for?

Get out there and live a little

 "Get out there and live a little" she wrote.

A little of happiness, is what she shed with her presence.

A little of life is what she let gave from her time.

A bird she is.

Loved her cage with a belief that the cage itself is the world.

"Freedom of choice" never crossed her little road.

"A wish to feel alive" was never in her wish list.

"Gush of love" never ran in her spine until;

She once just started to "Get out there (from cage)" and started to "live a little".

Beautiful cage she lived in. But;

Beautiful she felt outside of it.

There's nothing more ecstatic than the beautiful moments she spent that;

No future would dare to erase.

That beautiful she is and;

That beautiful she'll remain.

In the chaotic world that she resides;

The little road she chose to walk out of her cage;

Will question her identity, individuality and character.

But, in this little time of hers, why not;

 "Get out there and live a little"?

Loophole

(.... Let the music roll! ....)

Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!

Friends we are;
Strangers we be!!

Matured we are;
Stubborn we be!!

Thinkers we are;
Fools we be!!

Near we are;
Distance we be!!

Inclusion we are;
Exclusion we be!!

Destined we are;
Parallel we be!!

Free we are;
Caged we be!!

Creators we are;
Exploiters we be!!

And..
Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!

You know, everyone starts to live their dream; And in the process of living the dream, life itself becomes a dream to live. Friends, maturity, freedom, destiny.. we can go on counting; but are we living? Honestly, I never found someone who answered me this. Neither I could answer myself because I myself have been in the second line from above. The day we come out of the loop, maybe we can start living.

Tangled Love

 Oh.. hey, you got to stop that!
Being scared of everything that could happen.
Being scared of nothing could happen.

Oh.. yeah, the life around is fuzzy buzz.
Everything seems natural, organised and heaven to live.
And.. hey, you got to stop that.
Stop thinking that life is lively and made of heaven and hell.

Yeah, everyone got a story to tell;
Which is unnaturally natural in its way.
Some fishes are hard to kill;
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop trying to kill that doesn’t die.

Everything’s blurry at the moment.
Nah.. overdose doesn’t clear the cloudy sky.
Neither the touch let’s you forget the feeling.
Inevitable the bonds are and become.
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop if it’s evitable and shaky.

Funny.. that life always finds a way; 
And.. no cold can freeze the beat of heart.
Letting nothing pass in between the tangled bodies;
What shall one know?
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop being a goddess and cold.

Isn’t.. the soul(s) unsettled?
And yeah.. we’ve got and get the scars.
And.. no dark sky guarantees the moonlight.
But hey, isn’t it enough to hear,
“I’ve got your back; And wink with a smile?”
Fuck moonlight, when the hugs are enough to let fall asleep.
And gently, kiss the scar.

Are you a true introvert?

"With introvert nature of ourselves, we might think that oneself is more than sufficient to sustain this whole life."

I might be wrong in most of the cases that I'm about to write or I might be true in some cases. But, this is my personal experience from where I realized that, "I'm not introvert".

Like every individual thinks or believes that they are introverts with the kind of life they deal or live with, it's most often been misunderstood about oneself; but believed what's written or said about introvert nature. Yes, we do love solidarity with thyself, live, think and act accordingly. But in all this, what we fail to understand is, "We build strong emotions unknowingly."

I want to emphasize more on emotion and feelings part. And how they can turn everything in such a way that everything seems "needy and greedy to the moment". Once it breaks the pure nature of any emotion or feeling, it gets dissolved just like salt in water. And it takes enough time to rebuild that trust or might not rebuild the trust at all.

I feel that, "No one can live with oneself all their life". We need love, we need physical touch and above all, we need someone out there to keep an eye on us. Yes, we do think or realize sometimes that we should be left alone. Also, we do need support to speak out and express what we are going through in our lives sometimes; and being introvert, we hesitate to speak out because we think that one cannot understand what our exact emotions are. But going through these emotions individually makes you realize that everyone needs a support in every individual's life. And the moment I realized this, I told myself that I'm not an introvert anymore.

Now ask yourself, "Why do we think one cannot understand introvert?". Might be because we lost the trust or one doesn't have that "someone" to whom they can share their emotions without being judgmental. Lost trust might have deeper roots which I consider and that might impact at greater level. Totally agree. But again, this body of ours needs human touch and human emotions, a true hope and faith with the future. Without these, we might become a man made machine with a life that can be torn into bits and pieces if unnecessary.

What makes me feel sad is that, when introverts (who think they are) or anyone lose true hope with bad relationship, they start to build a reflecting character on what they trusted before. Love, it's pure in its nature. It's not love that's impure. It's the mindset of people which is impure. How is it even a fair point to evaluate everyone and be judgmental with one or two mindsets? If that's what we believe in, with every moment of life, we start making decisions that takes us to a desert or void where either you can see all sand or nothing at all. And in either cases, we will be left alone. But that's not what we are. That's not the nature we are built with. Remember that we do feel pain and happiness and if we can stand on ourselves without any emotion, why at all care about pain and happiness? They should be thrown out too because these come with either people or things. And if it's dependent, remember that you're not a true introvert. Because you still depend.

Yes, it's a personal choice to live one's life the way they want. But we need to understand that some should be left as constants; which are true and pure with nature and some as variables; which can be evaluated or changed with experience. Mismatching with what is what can create enough mind puzzles and riddles where the path to gate goes missing. Eventually, we need to eat what we sow.

Just for once, ask yourself, "Are you a true introvert?"

Maya

I wonder how a woman feels;

When she lets someone touch her bare body!

The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.

The faith she puts in that touch;

Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.

I wonder how a woman with a character feel;

When the fault in the stars appear.

And, the faith becomes a comet!

In a society,

Where screaming is not allowed;

And, the game of judgement always on cards;

I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;

She lets herself take it all and move forward.

On whom would she scream when;

The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?

What would she cover herself with;

When there isn’t a feeling to feel?

Whom would she complain about;

This unfairness of life?

Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;

She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.

Independent she might;

But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);

It should be a character that respects;

And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.

Unsettled Soul

She always hid behind those dreamy clouds unsettled!

Neither to shower nor to shine.

Confusion always crawled beneath her skin;

“Matter of fact” was always galaxy away of her reach.

Consciously subconscious she became!

The difference always attracted her than repelling.

The beat she loved couldn’t reach her!

It is the dark sky and trembling silence she could see and hear.

Clouds always been her “Augmented reality”!

And she chose to hide behind those dreamy clouds “Unsettled”!

And;

Why write about her?

Cause, I felt she is one among best antiquities of nature.

Malar

I see her walking

With a smile

On her face

Slowing down the time

And,

Asking the heart

To beat in rhythm that matches her smile.

I'm afraid that

I fell for her.

Not knowing that

I fell every time

When I saw her.

I kept my hand on my heart

And,

It was smiling like

It never smiled before.

I think it skipped a beat

But wished to continue

Fearing,

That it won't fall for her next time.

Never knew that a smile

On a flower can blossom

And,

"O beauty!!", you are the flower

That blossom inside me

Coloring the petals of my heart

And

Make it smile

As you always do.