Break

Taking a break for a fortnight. See you on the other side!

Advance directive

“Marte hain aarzoo mein marne ki,
Maut aati hai par nahin aati.”
- mirza ghalib

Death is a form of life i think.
It eludes when we need it.... we live with a future of death in our mind.
We work and we save and we behave wanting to be known as righteous and a well lived person. But when we do that at times our hearts are overlooked.
Our minds decide whats the right and wrong way to live, our mind is dictated by the way we want society to percieve us. Even when our hearts desire something else.
When a person cant decide what should be done. Medically. If he she cant decide or is not in a position to decide then who makes the choice?
To pull the plug as we say or not to...
If you pull the plus and decide to end a loved ones time in the mortal universe of life on this doomed land then you will be judged in this society as a bad son daughter sister...
It will be told for ages to come that x,y,z had no love for the life lived by their loved....
But maybe its time to start thinking... that the person loved so much to not be able to see the other in pain....
Its time to think about an advance directive...
I recommend it.
I wouldnt want anyone to prolong the inevitable. Death.
The tubes down my throat. The pumping of the chest so hard that your ribs crack just to make a lump of muscle in the heart start beating again.
No.
Its not for me.

रूपं देहि जयं देहि यशो देहि द्विषो जहि.

Give me beauty
Give me success
Give me happiness
Slay my enemies.

a line from devi puranam...

Rama

A boy.
A man.
Young virile suitor.
A husband.
Flawed son to his mother.
Duty bound to his father.
A man demanding the respect of  his brother.
A man worthy of being followed by his people.
The attention of a hummingbird.
The trust of a calf.
The power to bring armies together...
The cunning to break countries.
The art of hidden arrows.
The eye to spot weakness.
The grandeur of fulfilment.
A man of his word.
there he stood... with his chest out proud, feet never touching the ground... for, he was a man above all....
A question on his lips. The trusting calf to be seen by all....  the wonder in him as he stood growing with every set and rise of the lashes....

As he turns into a caterpillar from being a butterfly.
He curbs the wings of his love.
Instead of soaring at the sun like an eagle.....
He slipped into the earth as a lizard the minute she stepped into the flames of her mothers embrace....

Follow no more with adoration in your eyes.... but see him for his flaws as much as his wings.
There his feet touched the ground.
The man who once could never be as we want to be.. a man who always rises above...
Alas! How he has fallen the man who walks in air....
He was a man, above all.

Ravanan

Ten heads.
A charm.
A loud bellow.
Beauty in his voice.
Perserverance in his penance.
Faith in his presence.
He walks by and falls for a woman in the midst of trees....
Enthralled by her.
Strong on his resolve.
Versatile in his talents... her man is lured away as the ten headed one pursues his fancied.

Sita

Just as the wind turns to a breeze... which eventually will take the form of a tornado with a calm center....
In that center stands a lone pure imperfect soul. With the steadfast belief of this too shall pass.
With folded hands she calls on her cord to take her back into the safety she came from....
Bidding and blessing the cord that she is giving up.
Away she turns
No tears
No vows
No pleads
Just a calm. Acceptance. At peace she steps into the cracks that emerge with tongues of flames embracing her, being welcomed like the queen she was.

Let go. Lets go. Let it go.
Who says yea
Who holds back
Where the tears shine through
The sun sets
As the moon rises it bleeds blood
Takes the color of the rising sun
So white the tears its bled the colors of the one it reflects...
So pure...
A new day begins elsewhere as the land breathes in the beauty and mildness
Before being beat by the harsh heat that the sun brings after rising in beauty
All we see is relief as the sun sets not its beauty

Apparently i am a person eho cant blush.
Like if i say blushing i get asked really?!
Are u ok?
Is it a caffienated blush... basically blush induced by having too much of coffee....
Sigh
It takes so much of my energy trying to just be the way people think i am.
To one set i apparently am the  hyper  happy and the center of attention person... to the other a tomboy with a dont mess with me but im fun person... to another i prolly come across as the snob...
All of these are me... but i am all of that and not just one....

Why cant things just be simple. Be me.
The universe and you.

Never to hurt
Never to shed a tear
Never to depend
Never to crave
Never to want
Never to need
Nrver to wander
Never to believe

Never never never

Never say never what ever u do,
Never say never my lil friend....
But when u do wat u thougt u wont do ever,
Never think back again....