Monday, April 28, 2014

new experience, new horizens ....

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.” ― Jon Krakauer

Saturday, April 12, 2014

There is this poem in hindi which I heard Osho recite today which I wanted to share with you.

Its in hindi first and then I have translated it into english. Enjoy! - SatyaSubodh

Boli khud-sar hawa ek jarra hai tu
Yun uda dungi
Main mauj-e-dariya badi

Boli mere liye ek tinka hai tu
Yun baha dungi main

Aati se tund ki ek lapat ne kahan
Main jala dalungi

Aur jamin ne kahan
Main nigal jaongi

Maine chehre se apni ulat di nikab
Aur hans ke kahan
Main sul-ei-maan huun
Ibn-e-adam hun main
Yaane insaan huun


Said the despotic wind "You are a but a mere twig"
I'll blow you away in an instant

I am a vast river enjoying myself
You are a blade of grass
I will drown you right now

A large wave of fire approaching said
I will burn you into nothingness

And the earth said
I will swallow you whole

Then, I took off the veil that had kept me covered all this time
Smiled, and said
"I am silence,
the child of this universe
which means I am eternal"


Thursday, March 07, 2013

back to the empty streets !

I walk the empty streets tonight
Paddling my way through lazy thoughts littered around me.
This way and that I see how I try to grasp, and contain,
The wispy reality which is but a dream I saw tomorrow.

There is an urge in all man
And when it finds itself fulfilled
By the way a branch twists into the open sky,
By the way a cloud embraces the mountain top for a halting retreat
By the way a bird flutters its wings open,
Then and there, this and that Meet
And the journey of a thousand miles is finished in one step.

I am back again on the empty streets,
Thoughts wetted by the rain, join the stream
Into the drain.
The rent is paid and the celebration continues!

no water, no moon !

The full moon in the chair
Whats that over there
The moon!

you and me

In withered words
Your story speaks
Through little streams
And nuggets 
Placed in magenta colors

I feel the winds through you
The suns warmth 
And many more such stories told
By many many more of your 
Leafy lores

Swinging your last dance
Upon the rivers edge
Flittering by now here and now there
Not here nor there
You collapse gently
Upon earths floor

With aged stories in you
In you, my love
In you no more

a note

I found your face through a crowd of lies
I found your face beyond others’ eyes
I looked through the lines between my thoughts
and found the host celebrating.
Seeing you AS you are
Bare backed and naked
Youth screaming from under your aged face
Reveling in the sundry mistakes of everyday life
Snatching the horizon’s sun and bringing it to the table
Within a glass of cold sake,
I hesitated.
I know you and me are distinctly similar
Like a mirror
That proposes to seduce me with the dewy moment
And promises of dancing close to my bare chest
That you have always kept – I know.
I am with you in the night, all life
Waiting to embrace you.
I turn towards you my lover
With sake drenched lips
The beast of purpose and plan
spends himself to exhaustion meanwhile
because when I locked eyes with you through that crowd
the choice of turning back vanished with it.

black chalk, white chalk in the sky

A bridge beneath my feet

black chalk, white chalk
in the sky
sketched wildly
time flies by

the river lies untouched
with this leap of faith
here the river, there the painting
i turn to the painting
black chalk, white chalk
in the sky