ఓ మనసా ఓ మనసా...

ఓ మనసా ఓ మనసా ...

చెబితే వినవా నువ్వు...నీ మమతే మాయ కదా,

నిజమే కనవా నువ్వు...చెలియ గుండె దక్కలేక పలకనందే నా మౌనం,

చెలిమి వెంట సాగలేక శిల అయిందే నా ప్రాణం,

గతమే మరచి బ్రతకలే మనసా...

ఎగసి పడే అల కోసం దిగివస్తుందా ఆకాశం,

తపన పడి ఎం లాభం అందని జాబిలి జతకోసం,

కలిసి వున్న కొంత కాలం వెనక జన్మ వరమనుకో,

కలిసి రాని ప్రేమతీరం తీరిపోయిన  ఋణమనుకో,

మిగిలే స్మృతులే మరవద్దు ఓ  మనసా...

తన ఒడిలో పొదుముకుని భద్రంగానడిపే నౌక,

 తననొదిలి వెళ్ళకని ఏ బంధాన్ని కోరాదుగా,

కడలిలోనే ఆగుతుందా కధలనంటున్న ఈ పయనం,

వెలుగు వైపు చూడనంద నిద్రలేచే నా నయనం, 

కరిగే కాలాన్ని తరిమే ఓ మనసా...

Note:  Meaningful Lyrics of a Telugu Song ...

Love : Cult of Ugliness

 

I wish to record my understanding about how emotion "love" as it is felt/understood today, lost its much needed trait of selflessness and has become a skewed emotion. When I speak of love, it is not just the usual context of young couples, but also familial relations which I wish to speak of. When we speak of love today, what is that one essential quality of that emotion, which comes to our mind? More or less, most of us will have our answers speaking about how it helps us grow as a person/ seek a better existence for ourselves. This speaks of how we have grossly misunderstood or rather forgot the essential aspect of love...selflessness. Today, love is seen as a comfort quotient for a happy existence for self, and nothing beyond it. As long as it satisfies the needed support function, we entertain the emotion. This nefarious existence to callously exploit others, speaks of our beguiling approach towards us and others.

It is important that we realize, true love seeks selflessness in approach...when you are ready to seek beyond your ability to see the perpetual smile on someone's face. It is unfortunate that most of us today, are living an artificial/false emotion and are cheating ourselves and others.

Note: I am solely responsible for the opinion expressed in this post and it is quite possible that I was put on a different train of thought (than most of my peers) when I was born. If you happen to have a divergent view, I invite you to share it. 

Universal Soul...to you whom I belong and to you I shall return one day, I dedicate this post written in all sincerity to thee.

When the roses speak...

Allow me to fade away,

memories untold to anyone...

For in silence sought, 

you shall realize I spoke from my heart...

And when you shall seek,

it's time to accept that I am long gone....

Note: This is an undated work of mine...written a month ago.

Seek: Moment...

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Five People and me....

 

Date: 21st Nov 2009

Place: Kharsang, Arunachal Pradesh - India

Dear Dad, 

                  

                       Que Sera, Sera ....

For the first time, I understood...what Alfred Hitchcock wanted to convey in The Man Who Knew Too Much. It again happened to me...I fail to recollect an instance to convince myself that this person ever spoke the truth...The truth, they say, shall never die. It is such an inherent virtue that everyone seeks it in our quest for justice. I sought the truth, but all that I am  rewarded with was pain and deceit...but not happiness. When it happened to me for the first time, I lost a lot, but I understood that it was never meant to be...all that remains of it is a relation of indifference....I could forgive and forget.Second time, it was a twin blow, successive attempts to seek selfish gains...pushing me into a situation to reevaluate every human relation...I lost the start to push my life into a better zone of comfort, I could forgive...but I shall never forget. Then, it was a mix of circumstances and ego, that created a passion to destroy me, I shall never forget the moment. 

All these moments, were intense yet short experiences....but what happened today, is a long drawn one...possibly because I was foolish enough to believe the story all through. I now understand, winner is a relative term, we ought to define the sphere of influence in defining a winner. It is not possible to win in every sphere of life...Today, I admit...my belief in people failed me...because of two  rather unfortunate souls...one happens to be a disgrace to the thought of dignified existence and other happens to be a disgrace to parenthood and parenting. How often do we find someone who is challenged in regard to value education be blessed with parents...one of them is an equally unfortunate soul in regard to judgment, and the other...a mute spectator of their disgusting traits, kept in the dark by these blemishes on social fabric? I am no one to judge them,  they will suffer for their deeds. I am stuck dad, show me the way...to understand the truth...and walk the right path.

- abhijith                                                                                                              

                    Note: This post/entry belongs to Simply Me...my personal diary.                

Critical Move...

It is important to understand at a game of chess, it is the struggle of negotiations that will win the battle. I wish to speak about the needed ability to understand and tackle a situation. Growing beyond the game, let us understand the needed ability to be an emperor...more than the accepted honor of authority, it is a title of nobility : conviction to lead by example.

Several moments in our lives, we would probably see ourselves at that stage of the game, when all our trusted men (resources) are down and we are left alone to seek a way forward. We are reduced to believe that all is over and we are bound to lose, it is easy to lose one's grip on life. Am I to change my beliefs with which I led my forces ? I realize, because of constant loss of support, I surrendered my soul and my corporeal self can be understood as a mere synecdoche for a society.

I need a revival, to seek my lost ground ...all by myself, live by my principles and lead by example. To surrender my soul, was probably a mistake...but I am a true warrior and shall contest to conquer...Every move shall be a calculated one to destroy the fatal forces, weave a rich and a balanced tapestry of comfort for my bleeding soul. I shall seek to play the critical move...for I am the emperor!

Note: I am not an expert authority in Chess, but these recordings are what I have learnt from my experiences with Chess. Though the analogy presented will need little or no knowledge of chess. Recorded : Dakar, Senegal.

Seeking Beyond : A Promise...

" Those who tell stories, rule the World..."

                                               - Plato

Shifting uneasily on my bed, the dream of yesterday night still playing on my mind...I woke up with a start, only to find the sun shining into my line of vision. I clear my throat and shake my head, "what a weird  dream!" Perhaps, promises were never meant to be part of reality...or probably it was just me, with rather unpleasant experience of a promise.

A Promise ruled my world of imagination and fantasy with its stories which were far from true...yet it captivated my soul and gave me warmth. For what the truth was, what it has come to become...and what will remain, my emotional attachment is too profound to be ignored. But there are certain situations in life when it is better to cut clean and acknowledge their true self...the promise will remain a disgusting epitome of morality. It pushed me beyond the need to recover from hurt and disappointment. Nothing will ever take away the value for each happy and memorable moment I experienced, and the promise will remain a promise to remember...a promise never kept.