C O N S T E L L A T I O N K

Awake 1:1

The knowledge of life and the scarcity of it, among it are many caught in the transformations of reality that sways between pain and joy. It is determination that exceeds them and perseverance to endure through the dark nights and hollow days that enriches the mind and body to weather the unknown. ‘God’ is an infinite word with a limited definition on mediocre minds and unknown rest in the rest. An entity to inflict control upon the prevalent randomness, a fulcrum to open the minds in to the vastness of ones potent. A subdued form to serve the wishes and desires, all in one word. The averages have taken it to poor extremities in forms and concepts, yet even within those one can attain light if one perseveres to seek, and weather his hope to attain pure consciousness. Consciousness is a power word for a powerful existence. An existence in its lighter form can transcend time and moment. In its real form can endure the eternal. Awake 1:1

Heart’s tune

American music is the gift of pure freedom and the passion in Indian melody is a remarkable consciousness of compassion. Both are a triumph of the human spirit.

to live,

Live as if death was irrelevant, like the immortals and legends.

Understanding

Neither have I understood God nor the theories of men of science that I fear my ultimate loss in oblivion.

Idleness

An idle woman’s mind is the root of all evil and the simpleton’s is its pit. And the thoughts and words of either are nothing but rotten fruits of peril.

To my brethren, bear none such yield. To my sistren, Labor!!!

Death 1

Death is an inexplicable truth. I have grown wise to pray and wish for a good life and a better death. The notion of Eternity often echoes the in-aptitude in males to accept reality and the bread of life. If all has to be explained; death is the granter of exceptions. Coming to embrace it is difficult, often reserved for the sick and religious. Religions promise its “after-glory”, the gate to divinity and so on. But this death is dark and pale. It’s clutches leaves no man untouched. Often falling asleep with a fading conscience is my painless imitation of death. And even that is dark as the conscience slips into the dark night of lone souls, that scream in vain. Pain is the sharp and acute addition to the endless sleep called death.

Man and his silicon world cheats death everyday in the cosmos. I can not but only be amazed and believe in daily divine interference to let this planet be as is, as the cosmos has more death than life. In its hallowed scatters of light and cold rocks, there is the emptiness of death and a possibility of our own planet gleans on the boundaries of sane thinking. Yet here we are, but I do doubt its continuance and its eternal glory. Death is a sad truth, but it certainly has driven us as a species to adjust life, and the values around it. We brave it in ways I still cannot fathom why. For instance the notion of Flight, sitting inside one big metal coffin we brutally thrust ourselves into the skies everyday, with tiny plastic straps on our laps. How did we end up like this ? Is it the wisdom that precedes our lives or the ignorance contained in it ?

Death certainly has its bitterness, but no man who has tasted it returned to deliver. Death is the token of punishment till date, and will always be. But why we nurture such hate is a shame and yet even the commoner has willfully wished life for himself and death for another. Can we cheat death ? We all have, and we all will, for a while.

Accept it, live with it, Death won’t come to you. But you will die only once. Oh the Pain! Death is the only form final absolution of one’s soul. Death is required for balance, Death is the way of life. Life that is reminded of death lives better. Death that is reminded of life, lived better.

Plan to

Dream with Dreamers, Think with Thinkers, Work with Workers, Play with Players, And Lead Like Leaders to make this World a Better Place

2009 a recap (13 lessons learned in the year)

Few lessons learned along the way in 2009

1. A year can go quite fast

2. Life can get challenged

3. Life has a fading aspect or nature to it. It only gets worse when left unattended

4. Listening wont hurt

5. Sacrifice and Discipline are virtues when aimed at right things in life can get a lot more

6. You are only as smart as the dumbest one in front of you. Apply it on the road and in a corporate setting

7. Complacency is a toxin that retards your brain silently

8. Loved ones can get hurt

9. Life IS delicate

10. If you love to do something, and you crave to do it, just do it

11. Motivation starts always and only from the within, and can get fueled from the outside. Dont fail to connect

12. Speak Boldly, Live Confidently

13. Kindness – I have a lot to learn about it (esp. from my wife and also from my mother)

Chasm of Space

In the chasm of our universe lies an inexplicable truth, and within the realm of such a grand scheme, is the vision of this silent universe. It amplifies ones deepest doubts and profound fears. But it is also in this far sight vision, one’s belief is born, and so are his worldly perils. But beyond all this, is the immediate wisdom that tides to fade all the earthly differences, that chain him and his brethren. Life is Born, and his consciousness awakened!

Trees

Oh Tree, thy beauty that graces me ever so gently everyday
Your leaves wither yet you stand tall,
You know they shall pass in Fall yet you stand tall
And when spring comes, like the treasures beneath the sea,
Your million jewels gather in and on thee.
Oh Tree, oh merciful tree, even as the birds feed from thee
How humble thy grace and yet art so strong
You have seen me et all, and eons have passed since you grew this tall
Oh Tree, you carry fresh snow flakes like your own new born,
she paws your barks, yet you stand tall
In gloomiest times, and even when the sun forget his ways
You stand in everyone’s awe, your sway like a lover’s song.
When all seems to end, you raise the hope it shall pass too
When the wind affrays, you gently fade it away
Multitudes of you stand quietly watch us mortal wither in air
Do you speak when we close our eyes, do you speak when we are awake,
Do you listen to out shivers on stormy nights from outside.
The birds know you and your other, they visit you each year to pay their respect
Their feathers dance with your leaves in the afternoon breeze
Like wings of a bird, You cloud them from the heat and jittering nights
Your million jewels dangle in joy on a sunny day; they sing the melody of this earth.
The gentle music of my heart when I am on a walk
I see you on the road, and when I go home,
I wonder if one day you will utter a word, a whisper in my ear,
For my heart heard your glee on that fine morning;
when you spread thy branches like bird about to fly.
Oh tree, Oh tree if you could hear me cry out for thee
We hone you for many things everyday, we take you like we own you
Each day you give us the breadth of life, yet we forget you
We delight in thy warmth as you burn away,
Let us be, for we are ways away to true knowledge and glee
Oh Tree, if the heavens made stars for this earth
They shall be you and yours. The stars of this earth.

Come of it Realization

If life were to succumb to hard reality or to an unchangeable intellectual model where dreams are mere reflections of the deep unknown mind, then the face of reality would become a constant. But we see time and again that there is constant change, this denotes strongly the existence of a pure hidden pursuit in living beings which acts on an independent platform. This platform, converges into the trenches of hidden reality.

To unravel this structure one fundamentally needs time and the will or involvement to pursue it. Reality is rewritten with a constant image, an image too hard to completely cipher. An evolutionist might phrase it as a chaotic randomness that submits a strong pattern occasionally, however it is in this constant image that there lies the hidden pursuit of truth. An average human being dismisses or classifies reality into two subduable components of good and evil. It is not in every perception that the inner structure arises for exposure, only in those who are prone to openness and has the willingness to promote strong realizations, where there is no winning bargain or rewards -they can see the evidence of Truth or an essence that comes close to it. In a human mind impersonated by the name of truth but far more than it. Come of it Realization

God who resides in consciousness

God forgive me, forgive me for this forsaken path that I have taken this far,
Forgive me for I come to you in pain not fear
Forgive me for I am fooled by own and other
But hold me…
Bless me and keep me by your side
Let not the waste take over
Fill me with your purpose
Let me see my vision
Let me fill this earth with your glory
Allow me not to trespass
Let me be nimble to listen to you soft whisper that floats to guide
in those moments where I get lost
Give me your strength to protect the weak
Give me your glory to guide the brave
Give me your wisdom to walk the unsettled
Humble me when I don’t
Forgive me when I foolishly wander
Make me see your light in the day against the perils that sway in me
And your warmth in the night to rest me
Teach me your compassion for it’s the gift of the soul you sown
Accept me as yours
Remove me from the sin I walk in
Embrace me with your love
Allow me, Help me, Guide me to serve you
When the mind tries to go astray, Let your presence in me wake
AWAKEN ME

Distant Meadow (..Ma)

On the meadows far away
Far from our voices and its sway;
Shadows of joy that creep away
She works relentless much to dismay.
Seeing her cherub grow by the field,
She raises her prince with hopes and dreams
To see him grow she sleeps no more;
By the fields and by the barn
Her cries not heard and tears not seen
She spends her life for his needs.
She smiles with tears to send her son;
Follow his dream in a forgotten world.
Leaving her field and her barn,
He bids her farewell his morning star.
Far from the meadows and its sway
Where he left his mother far away

Tree of Tranquility

When the mind loses its clarity
and when the thoughts sway.
when there is rage in the eyes,
and knowledge seems a waste
When the walk has no path
and the heart with no joy.
When tears start to roll
seems like no hope……
A silence around and within
left to my own
cuddling in a faith unknown

For the world is big and bigger are my wounds
Sitting under an old tree,
asking it what does it know
when it just stood there all these years,
Sprung from a seed, now in the wood, a haven for many indeed.
Some roots crawled and some did not,
the wind blew hard, but it still stood strong
seasons played yet it stood hard.
It went through it all; yet that silence in it impresses me of all
And what it shared, the music of the leaves
like a smile of God.

It saw me and many more
lessons come in many forms.

A tree what a beauty it can be.
A silence, a hush with which is says it all

Foreword – Why Write and Publish ?

Why publish or blog all this, these thoughts, these “expressions of a conscious mind”? Why write and why publish them to all who can read and have means to do so ?

The reasons did have humble beginnings, as any one who keeps a journal or who wishes to reflect on days thoughts will understand and appreciate the need to write, document and reflect. It was pen and paper many months, but with advent of PC, why tinker with papyrus when you can add to things anytime from anywhere of the day.

But here it is on www, and that goes beyond reflection and can not be justified as mere “self” reflections, so there I was where I argued over and over with myself about the selfish nature of a publication of such sorts, and the neediness of oneself to be heard (or atleast be given the belief of being heard). Personally, I think some authors, bloggers, publishers, are just plain needy or self acclaimed pundits of knowledge which is nothing but a loud echo of ego and self vanity.

Now, for many it is arrogance and judgment that fuels the need to express into the burrows of this dark world, to correct, to steer and guide. No there is no guidance, if any there is only the road of burden for the already tired minds, in the hope of full liberation.

Why write and why publish? The very notion questions self-reformation. Self-reformation is absolutely 100% absolute. However it gleans on the outside world and our perception and senses to nourish its absoluteness, one may argue its relative-ness. It is a valid argument; however, it is in the essence and what it churns in one that makes it absolute. But even under those premises of “relative” absoluteness, there is no need or temptation to express outward, to write, to publish it openly. Is it honesty? Honesty has got nothing to do with it, period.

In many senses, I view and hope that may serve as a beacon of hope to those including me who battle the similar perceptions, visions, thoughts, bitter glimpses of reality every day and shore them to reason of refuting loneliness and gently resonate in their hearts that they are not alone in their thoughts and life.

A life rope to a stray, may be actually a hand to the visionary who stands apart, a rope that bolsters my hope as I reach out to you, to beach you ashore or at least to an island I habit in. The windows to a world of dreams and vision that rest on the shelves of time, fading yet echoing more than ever in space.

One of the reasons for writing is to free the most beautiful bird in us, our mind, its bound to fly eternally in this world free from peril but in the minds of many where it flutters its wing so gently to find more of its own. As a symbol of hope and the fine fabric that weaves our existence.

I like to leave it here, it is in the interest of our lives and of my kind it is written. Now I shall write and shall publish for the same!