Ragh says

The Spiritual chords

2010-03-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

O perfected,
The Spiritual chord,

Beyond all the Clutter,
I fly on thy being,
Being the freedom feather...

'The spiritual chords transit within from outside, only when we experience the gap (between unfolding events/occurrences) to its ends, rather than trying to fill it with matter', this came to me while traveling yesterday overnight. When I use to slumber in the past, over the timeline of the joys or sorrow, without actually getting into details, without being conscious of the little actions and their deep consequences, at times it would get very uneasy: Solitude thus helps; a long gap have my shrieking face of understanding washed as many times till it got clear in the mirror of conscience.

Now, this gap is necessary and fruitful. I can’t help having it, nobody can. Nature offers us these pauses to reflect, not to swim in melancholy. The wave of awareness strikes the one, who dares to see through the reality and bundles the answers through insights.

‘Nothing is too big’, someone closer said it so true. Then, what to live for; little things? Well, nothing is that little too, either. It’s the gap between the acquaintances of the little to the broader manifestations, which matters while traveling through, which i calls the Live-way. Only as anyone could search for its reason, I’ve found the abundance in the flow of interest in creational energy which always streams inside out, it has to be anyway. Universe demands.

And I thought how’s the life otherwise, being in a narrow lane? Do you know that Words are a part of truth(Ved Sutra); Thus ‘Attachment’ says of attach-and-mend, everything is clear here, only the misery has been hidden behind which we could never predict, so the real word: Attachment- ‘Get attached and later you’ve to mend, the misery, O’ weary’.

Illusion wears the super brands inside us, too hard to let go for free, dearly layers clinging one on another. Another thing I’ve discovered meanwhile (watching MNIK) is that it’s a very small thing to say ‘This can’t be repaired’. That means, not every problem has the solution, right? But not every condition has to be seen as a problem, though we do that often, am I wrong here? Now, think in a way that, who is in the total charge of whatever happens? But obvious: You are and I am, for all that which just strokes the heart, at instants. But, ‘Charge’ isn’t the word here, it should be 'responsible', as we just let it happen first being responsible, having a charge and a hold on our stimuli is a far off thing.

How can it be said that, out in the world there are the connections which can’t be re-paired? Say, #1. A couple longing to get back and not knowing it? #2. Indo-Pak? #3. Our constant efforts in work and the rewards we manage to get? How can one even choice for a re-pair, while separation is itself an illusion? Yes, it is! What could possibly separate two entities? Distance? Thoughts? Emotions? What? Or shouldn't i say, illusions? Period.

The liquidity of thoughts has made the world to view the physical union through rose-tinted glasses, and its absence - a separation, an accepted reality. The term ‘Love’ has broken all the records of proposing maximum meanings ever in human dictionary from the world history, which; being the only reality of human existence, and yet so magnanimously misunderstood. Sigh.

We are born with complexities, we create more and it just adds on. Why to hinder from staying real, if you’re the chosen one, if love has to pass through you? Why to refrain if we ought to sustain? And there are audacious players of life, who with their little limbs, less powerful than us but mass of courage filled and an eager to bounce back, defeats every attack of Maya and laugh out the arrogance of intellectual beings. These are the little guns, my first favorites.

This man has got a killing attitude, he would fall and laugh. Hit and would heal. Smile and snatch. Hugs you very dearly. But, when i'll leave him by the day and wont see maybe for about months, he wouldn't complain, neither he would refrain. But, he loves, loves you more, being distant, being sweet. A whole of etarnity can be learnt through children, their hands may fit in your palm, but their heart seems bigger and far creative than our heads.

I say: Life is fun, Dare to be like 'em!

I just thought i ought to share with you ;)..
The spiritual chords….

I Sang on a day which is not my B'day

2010-02-23T14:39:00.000-08:00

# Shot at Shimla while walking all the way through elevation

Timid early in the morning
Placed at Woody me in my room

2010 and Feb 24th has got itself a wishful realm, a theme. It’s like the day of MY birth. Oh yeah. It’s almost my birthday, but boooo :( When I’d seek at the clock horn and I couldn’t even connect; I’m overlooking the sheer reality, turned to truth and celebrating a morning of vigor, a history of grandeur. A Travel? Yeah, an insightful travel. Now, there are no means to allocate it, but the appearance of this event has left me hoard another no-way-out session. The curve still charmed and memoir alarms. A perpetual inhale drops a sigh of silence. In the moment, the now of forever. How’s this day destined to be and where it has lead me? Such questions aren’t purposed of an answer, but in the core, lies an innocent scream for an unaccepted delusion in the unbelievable reaction. Ever wonder on the instants, while you kept wondering at not the wondering saga but at the lost soul wondering in awe to get stir, stirring the mass of past and tomorrow’s haste. Stirring in being whole of it even if it isn’t there. ‘Oh leave it’, the heart fell apart, but this telling isn’t doing a thing, for the things might have passed, though deep rooted and preserved, down the lane of an art. The art of leaving and yet holding on, in hope of a day when the bubble might pop. On the note of feel rush and drenched in the craving, to pray for and to bless. An intense beauty, today fairly dressed. A walk softened, in an infectious touch, this day is of one and only, the personified ‘Sach’.

Here, I Sang on a day which is not my B'day
A song for which my spirit longs

Wish day could have had hands and legs
for a subway walk.
Wished to wish no more,
and in toes of days,
I would have given my whole.

Day. How we will at a day and not night?
Since this day is meant to pray, surrendering the might.

‘Could have been’ wont be
To end of the day’s hour, but
The spiritual light would reach
May all the dues fall apart?

A chocking spirit
Eyeing itself,
Deep within and too high

The cogent impulse of mutual flying
Oh, so indifferent to try.
Too mellowed, in rapturous style.

It’s a quest of forward lean,
Entering the moments of awe,
As he respite his belief, believes
‘till the end, its charm would glow.

And in such hue
As the baby laughs
What a travel of years, its alike?
No?

As earth’s curvature
Surrendering to the nature.

What else it has by now?
He sat, a feel of loosing grip,
An egg of hope would hatch
And suddenly trying to catch.

The Next feb, twenty fourth,
Heya O' dear
I would sit near sea
Converging the rear
During the twilight, under the tree

Promise of A rambling
and another say
Anniversary of water
along god’s own crafted clay.

'I' am my Happy Valentine

2010-02-13T04:41:00.000-08:00

Nothing is so timid more than a misanthropist’s belief, infact it’s an irony to call it a BELIEF. But, the moment his disbeliefs fortunes, for him it becomes:‘I believe not’ and that thing alone changes his whole existence, since he believes in something but it’s terrifying that it can be a NO-THING.

I’ve been a sort of skeptic in past days, Since it being the valentine week, as for collegians Brand Valentine is far powerful and of impact, than any other media fuzz of Google Buzz, MNIK, SS or Haiti or any other event. Flooding of text messages all the time and flowery e-mails were not enough that everybody’s throwing it straight on a face by now and with their curious ears longing to hear the answer: Who’s your valentine ragh? And the super-single me roars on their face back with a no-answer, a faint smile or sometimes just a pale face without any expression. Simple. I believe ‘You don’t have to believe in a moment thing which doesn’t hold a meaningful event for you’, do I end up here in not believing something? Okay and if there’s really no-body specific for that perfect act, then I’m not one of those who would sacrifice their friends or folly names for the sake of playing safe unto a social urge. The dreadful parts are beyond the counts but the good side of it is that the glam valentine crowd around you and all this couple muffling about ‘My Happy Valentine’ thing makes you go reflect over the pros and cons of being single, which for me is like totally being universal with numerous fringe benefits and a high end peace if life, if not genuine prosperity. But I believe not, if having a happy valentine is a descent assuredly of either being unique or leading happy days, getting up with as light a head as mine. “Boy, I know the flair of attachment and that is for sure can’t be me in tomorrow’s DJ party night, I’ll be an off-cool as usual,” I told this to my buddy. But he wouldn’t listen and I know why: the bonded ones are far more scared of loosing it than living it in its fullness. I see them bearing with each others for ages, without getting in deeper connotation or toss out any higher purpose from it. Healthy relationships are interestingly okay for me. And I desperately do believe in True love as I constantly experience it from my family. But, this teenager stuff of blind valentine is not so adequate, one should find more generous and connecting sacrament, I keep telling myself. Ever since I’ve realized or so called turned single, which feels like ages before, since then my world has been indifferent. A new place and a new life, opening to universality was obvious, but I didn’t fall in the clutter of attachment, with none, not even the opposites with whom I danced, painted, written, played, worked or studied together even after the indulgence of likelihood. Infact, it all has become so natural that everything is going for the sake of it, dancing for just dancing, working for just working, with a purpose grounded in utilizing the time with the resourcefulness of courage and creativity, being focused in the NOW. Surpassing the past, not thinking about the future. Heartaches, illness, loneliness sounds to me as realizations, experiences and my personal space. So, where’s the concept of Happy Valentine exists, or I should ponder in a way if it exists anymore?

Love for me is within the poignant moments spent in the midst of family, through pets, or at exceptional times of gardening at home. Love for me is when two hearts bloom in the utter truth of selflessness devoid of scaling each other’s individuality via benchmarking the glam world, love for me is which sounds simple and seems a silent priority, a constant caring; love for me is a self responsibility towards the other being sensibly sensitive. Above all, it should offer you a higher purpose, a universal acceptance of each other, believing in someone who may not believe in V’day, or many other days but everyday.

With love,
To all!

Life's like this

2010-02-07T04:32:00.000-08:00

The advert columns of mind
In the blessedness unto peace
Of heart, and of the scenery surrounds
Intakes it all, the love so sound!

Ain’t matter, Will or How long do I live it?
But I am in absolute NOW, and I mean it.

A prose pierced in the hours of excavation,
Accompanying the self, has come to ease,
No more, An overact of deliberation.

Breathing through me,
Life has learned its ways.
A lot to give, a bit to be
Longingly ragh says:

A midnight silence,
And serendipity filled,
As I reflect on it:
A 'life’s like this'.

Would you listen?

2010-01-17T20:19:00.000-08:00

All you need is 'cuppa and song'!

Ah! befriending words have been almost a decade now. The union of mind, body and soul confronting the adventure of this world feels way so lively for me. I remember in the same season last year when a reader quoted, 'one just needs an inspiration to write, and it seems you have many' used to seem extravaganza to me But today, it's really awe-inspiring. Been there and still doing that.

Resolved to connect with
seeming to lost blend
O' wordosphere, let's befriend!

And now, when I see, that words are fleeing free
I've come, to have a start and
spend with you all,
Another wordly hours!

Yes, It's true
Ragh gonna say now on'..
as, without the blog world,
It wasn't feeling the way, it did before!

Where V was the ocean,
and I were the ship :)
O pardon,
I was the traveler,
and you were the trip!

Ain't divine no breathe,
Without much burn?

Just like that,
yea, alike justifying fact.

I use to walk around,
..and thought of you, often.

Now I’ve given much of you
for the sweat-shrug currency.

Would you mind to be around;
Say, A mutual stay of eternity?

Frivolous us!
and nothing clad.

O’ In honor of you,
My, inborn friend.

Ragh says Goodbye 2009

2009-12-29T00:55:00.000-08:00

Hello me. I know you’re doing perfect (except few billion things whistling in awe. This time I’m again doing the last-day-of-the-year post like last year. It’s quite monotonic, I know. Infact, census reveals that everything is ordinary before the first day of coming year. But, Peace. We’d enough things this time, you got it? Every rhyme has got it’s time. And wouldn’t you? Yes, YOU-the reader, wouldn’t it be better if we just talk of something now?

Umm.. thinking of the year? How was it? Ok. Trackback to? Trackback to?... January? Jan 2 May was out & out boring, yea in Feb we gave a NIFT shot in Jaipur which was quite successful and came as a blessing during the mild heart-strokes. Ha! I remember we did a post on that over R-Soliloquy. Escaping from all broken-ends in between; we move on to June, when Delhi was hot on the terraces where I did all the ‘Which-college-now?’ serious talkings and telling you, It bleached out everything one can look upon to live. Sigh.

Meanwhile, I met Rachel and Ranjit and few others, roaming around a lot in NIFT and we’d a gang-bang. But alas! On the counseling day, for some mystical reason I’d to return back with a check in my hand and leaving a vacant seating (longing to get filled with me asking me again and again, ragh.. rethink.. ragh?). A part of my heart must be still wandering there in the labs or on the basketball court or designed-trees. SIGH!

Yea, but hauz khas galleries,late night dinners, helping malls to say good night, all the spaghetti’s, brownies and mad dances healed a little, but just a bit. Scratch.

Coming too August, I pawed in Jaipur. This time, a lot of event rush. Hit on with College presentations, did anchor the college fest amidst immeasurable individuals, Won the university basketball tour against the best team (which was kinda cool), also scripted and anchored a business-quiz twice (where I got to learn immensely from working with professors and professionals). Rest is all so unicorns. Made a bunch of friends with nice faces and strange taste of life; sugar and few others are already doing life-long-stay-in-touch-after-college promises. Additive to it, few more poem-making on big-bday’s, dancing with a surreal sense of let-go in DJ-nights, routine pilgrimage to shop-stops and o yea, Did I told you that I got my first break?

Though, I got a nice job and dude, an appointment letter in your hands feels like respected than ever. (I suggest don’t let your eyes worry about the T/C much) So far so long, work is one thing which is high on the mind during these days and ‘spirit’ is all I can think of, which fruits out of it for me and hopefully we'll be happily married ever after.Though this year, I'm extending my existance of being a unicellular and the strange thing is that i'm getting more comfortable being me.

For the coming new year, Ragh says:

Stick to the values which worked for you but try to have a new skin over your body, mind and soul!

Amen to all.