Tales of the Wanderlust

Once I get tired of running hither thither I might sit down and look up. Realising that I have been only running in circles all along and as a confounded schizophrenic might stare at you. I might want to pour out all the contradictions in me I would want to sleep to make up for these restless nights. Like the skin shedding its toxins while healing My mind shall let go of all its sins. Then it might dawn on me how great life is and how callously I have squandered it. This dawn of greatness shall spread the light of humility Then my heart will be filled with remorse For all those things I never did and I will never do. If at that time if I seek solace, refuge in you Don’t turn me away Narahari! Let me just soak in your infinite love And let me just be……..

The thin line separating solitude and loneliness is the same that separates fasting and starving. We walk alone often as we don’t have any choice or sometimes by choice to follow our calling. But are we actually alone in this convoluted world? When everything is connected to every other thing through a web of life; no please not the internet but by the underlying, unidentified, often ignored string. Do not the birds carry messages of love across the globe? Does not the wind bring stories from distant lands? Does not the sea carry the brave to their new homes? Aren’t our paths are shaped by thousand other hands? Strangers give hope and show love without any reason as long as we are open and shed our inhibition. A boatman rows me across and shares his food saying ‘eat my son’! And if I am humble enough to accept, I could see heaven. So having no company presently isn’t all that adverse     There is someone walking your path with you unseen. Albeit he is at a different time i...

Memories gently oscillate to and fro voices from a distance call out to me my old self waves at me with joy and I feel like feeling a long lost feeling. Thoughts hover around me I hear notes from another world and smell nostalgia. I open a long forgotten box and discover new surprises. I see how time has slipped through my fingers and future has already become the past. The cycle of countless days and night complete one circumambulation around me. My heart explodes into ripples like a pond teasingly caressed by the wind, whenever I think of the first time I set my eyes upon you, my love.

  You are death. Still an arcane attraction, makes you, my orbital eccentricity. Like a alcoholic slowly drinking from the cup of his life, I move towards you to become one flash in your eternal glow, For dying in you, gives me the pleasure of having lived a thousand lives.   

Love feeds the root of life like an emitter, one drop at a time. One cannot posses it, One cannot assess it. It like God can be trusted in, but never proved. If one becomes its devotee he can feel it If one becomes its disciple he can learn it If one becomes an aficionado he can spread it If one becomes its connoisseur he can relish it But only when one is free he can love it. Love is not only living with it forever But love is also setting it free Letting it go And feeling content as long as it exists even if it does for someone else, somewhere else.