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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Distance
This one word constantly keeps haunting me of the solitary times that I have lived in my past and of those that I may have to spend in the coming future. I do not know how time has been slipping through my hand as almost eight years have swept by…
The time when I came here I was confused and quite sad at having left my past behind. In these few years that I have spent here, I had adjusted my sails but now it seems the previous act shall repeat all over again.
This unusual feeling of some strange sort of sickness has kept me very quiet and isolated for the last few days. This time, I think I feel as if I am moving half way from my own self to somewhere I do not belong but that I shall have to fend for myself in the classic battle called “Survival of the Fittest”. I am no David or Goliath. All I know is that I will give in my best for the win.
This Distance shall once again leave me hacked right through my soul when I finally move on. The miles that lie ahead of me stretch so far away that they seem to touch the horizon and merge with the evening sky. I do not know if I can complete this journey, but I am hopeful that I will not stop walking until I arrive at my ultimate resting place and rest until Eternity…
The time when I came here I was confused and quite sad at having left my past behind. In these few years that I have spent here, I had adjusted my sails but now it seems the previous act shall repeat all over again.
This unusual feeling of some strange sort of sickness has kept me very quiet and isolated for the last few days. This time, I think I feel as if I am moving half way from my own self to somewhere I do not belong but that I shall have to fend for myself in the classic battle called “Survival of the Fittest”. I am no David or Goliath. All I know is that I will give in my best for the win.
This Distance shall once again leave me hacked right through my soul when I finally move on. The miles that lie ahead of me stretch so far away that they seem to touch the horizon and merge with the evening sky. I do not know if I can complete this journey, but I am hopeful that I will not stop walking until I arrive at my ultimate resting place and rest until Eternity…
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
LOVE
Before the creation of existence, the entire idea of life was nothing less than an ocean of Divine LOVE stretching beyond unlimited boundaries timelessly.
Out of all the things that were created by the Almighty, Love was perhaps the only element that was not created because it was heavenly. Love always existed. Love was always there even when there were no signs of life. Life was formed by Almighty with His Divine Love for all that He created in the Heavens and the earth. Love was the only reason beyond definitions for which we have been created and sent down to earth to share the light of love amongst ourselves before the Divine Love of Almighty reunites us before the Lord Who Has So Magnificently Created ETERNAL LOVE that only exists forever…
If we take a look around us, there is so much love that HATE – no matter how intense it may seem to appear, eventually gets conquered by the strength of love. From the origins of civilization till the modern times of today, LOVE has won the hearts of all ages, caste, race, religion, nationality… The presence of Love can be seen in every aspect of this universe by means of harmony and mutual understanding.
Had love been nonexistent, everything would have perished to emptiness. Maybe, the universe would have come down crashing; the skies would have torn apart; the mountains might have shredded asunder or maybe the oceans would have drowned us all.
While the dictionary meaning of “LOVE” defines that ‘it is a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment’, I personally feel that words are inadequate to complete the totality of such a powerful 4-lettered word.
Some Perspectives of LOVE
Love from the Judas perspective:
In Hebrew, Ahava is the most commonly used term for both interpersonal love and love of God. Judaism employs a wide definition of love, both among people and between man and the Deity. Regarding the former, the Torah states, "Love your neighbor like yourself".
Love from the Christian perspective:
The Christian understanding is that love comes from God. The love of man and woman—eros in Greek—and the unselfish love of others (agape), are often contrasted as "ascending" and "descending" love, respectively, but are ultimately the same thing.
Christians believe that to “Love God with all your heart, mind, and strength” and “Love your neighbor as yourself” are the two most important things in life.
Love from the Islamic perspective:
In a sense, love does encompass the Islamic view of life as universal brotherhood that applies to all who hold the faith. There are no direct references stating that God is love, but amongst the 99 names of God (Allah), there is the name Al-Wadud, or "the Loving One," which is found in Surah 11:90 as well as Surah 85:14. It refers to God as being "full of loving kindness." All who hold the faith have God's love, but to what degree or effort he has pleased God depends on the individual itself.
Ishq, or divine love, is the emphasis of Sufism. Sufis believe that love is a projection of the essence of God to the universe. God desires to recognize beauty, and as if one looks at a mirror to see oneself, God "looks" at itself within the dynamics of nature. Since everything is a reflection of God, the school of Sufism practices to see the beauty inside the apparently ugly. Sufism is often referred to as the religion of love. God in Sufism is referred to in three main terms, which are the Lover, Loved, and Beloved, with the last of these terms being often seen in Sufi poetry.
Ambrose Bierce defines Love to be “A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by the removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.”
On another note, the pure purpose of LOVE can be otherwise defined as: “The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam; not made out of his head to rule over him, nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be beloved.”
Love is the emblem of Eternity that provides with everlasting happiness; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fears of an end.
Where there is the greatest love, there are always miracles.
Life translates ideas into visions. Love transforms visions to Reality.
Out of all the things that were created by the Almighty, Love was perhaps the only element that was not created because it was heavenly. Love always existed. Love was always there even when there were no signs of life. Life was formed by Almighty with His Divine Love for all that He created in the Heavens and the earth. Love was the only reason beyond definitions for which we have been created and sent down to earth to share the light of love amongst ourselves before the Divine Love of Almighty reunites us before the Lord Who Has So Magnificently Created ETERNAL LOVE that only exists forever…
If we take a look around us, there is so much love that HATE – no matter how intense it may seem to appear, eventually gets conquered by the strength of love. From the origins of civilization till the modern times of today, LOVE has won the hearts of all ages, caste, race, religion, nationality… The presence of Love can be seen in every aspect of this universe by means of harmony and mutual understanding.
Had love been nonexistent, everything would have perished to emptiness. Maybe, the universe would have come down crashing; the skies would have torn apart; the mountains might have shredded asunder or maybe the oceans would have drowned us all.
While the dictionary meaning of “LOVE” defines that ‘it is a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment’, I personally feel that words are inadequate to complete the totality of such a powerful 4-lettered word.
Some Perspectives of LOVE
Love from the Judas perspective:
In Hebrew, Ahava is the most commonly used term for both interpersonal love and love of God. Judaism employs a wide definition of love, both among people and between man and the Deity. Regarding the former, the Torah states, "Love your neighbor like yourself".
Love from the Christian perspective:
The Christian understanding is that love comes from God. The love of man and woman—eros in Greek—and the unselfish love of others (agape), are often contrasted as "ascending" and "descending" love, respectively, but are ultimately the same thing.
Christians believe that to “Love God with all your heart, mind, and strength” and “Love your neighbor as yourself” are the two most important things in life.
Love from the Islamic perspective:
In a sense, love does encompass the Islamic view of life as universal brotherhood that applies to all who hold the faith. There are no direct references stating that God is love, but amongst the 99 names of God (Allah), there is the name Al-Wadud, or "the Loving One," which is found in Surah 11:90 as well as Surah 85:14. It refers to God as being "full of loving kindness." All who hold the faith have God's love, but to what degree or effort he has pleased God depends on the individual itself.
Ishq, or divine love, is the emphasis of Sufism. Sufis believe that love is a projection of the essence of God to the universe. God desires to recognize beauty, and as if one looks at a mirror to see oneself, God "looks" at itself within the dynamics of nature. Since everything is a reflection of God, the school of Sufism practices to see the beauty inside the apparently ugly. Sufism is often referred to as the religion of love. God in Sufism is referred to in three main terms, which are the Lover, Loved, and Beloved, with the last of these terms being often seen in Sufi poetry.
Ambrose Bierce defines Love to be “A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by the removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.”
On another note, the pure purpose of LOVE can be otherwise defined as: “The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam; not made out of his head to rule over him, nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be beloved.”
Love is the emblem of Eternity that provides with everlasting happiness; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fears of an end.
Where there is the greatest love, there are always miracles.
Life translates ideas into visions. Love transforms visions to Reality.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Mixed Emotions
I want to free my soul
Once and forever
I want to put to rest
My exhausted heartbeats
I guess I’ve pushed myself
Beyond the edge of limitations
And now I’m finding it unbearable
To hold on to dear life any longer
I know I’ve been pretending
All this time that I'm strong enough
To overcome any storm
Come what may
I know I didn’t have a choice
Because I never stood a chance
To have trudged so far
With simply nothing at all
I don’t feel like closing my eyes
To never wake up tomorrow
Leaving unfinished business to settle
I wish to taste the last feeling
Of leaving forever
With my eyes wide open
I don’t know if I’m happy
I don’t know if I’m sad
I just feel so numb right now
That I can’t feel a thing
Nothing lasts forever
Nobody lives forever
Everything that has ever begun
Has its ultimate end waiting
Until it is over
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Quest for Identity
The sweet and sour tasting memories continue ambushing me from the back of my mind like crashing tides that froth and surf against the silent sandy seashore. Often times, I halt to look back, disturbed and bedazzled at the manner in which I have to innovate escape plans from my past by keeping my restless mind heavily occupied by work that exhausts me until I unconsciously fall asleep.
Nothing lasts forever. I repeatedly say this to myself as reassurance. While on one hand, I want to badly escape the intensity of this unbearable trauma of clinging on to dreams that I had dared to dream without regret; I still want to stubbornly walk on as long as I have my conscience active enough to remind me that I still have a long way to go…
No matter how worn out that I may become at the end of each day, I wake up the following morning to discover that my life got extended for yet another day to complete.
Family, friends, colleagues, passersby, strangers, thoughts, ideas, emotions, needs, wants, dreams… – these all seem to complement one another in a dramatic realm of reality and create a story revolving around each one of us where we role play as leading characters that gradually sink towards the darkening horizon of age, wisdom & time.
Youth is so short-lived. As a child, we all want to rush towards it. With age, we don’t even get the time to realize that youth disappeared in thin air leaving our hair turning grey and skin starting to crease. Silence also creeps in. Some call it the arrival of wisdom, others understand it as solitude. The significance of age remains to be understood as chapters that must be lived to be experienced. Every book of Life is uniquely different from the other.
Retirement is not the end of everything. It is the time when either the book has reached its last page; or perhaps, there are still be many chapters left unread that could have been read only if there was adequate ink left to write on those pages without ending abruptly and leaving no traces of completion.
I do not know the reasons behind all this. At times, life intrigues me. At times, I remain speechless at the questions that arrive at the gates of my disturbed mind for which I can produce no answers. If answers would have brought solutions to suspense, there would not have been any curiosity left within our minds to search for that one question: " Who am I? "
Everyone has a unique answer – but not necessarily the right answer. Or maybe, we have guessed it right without realizing it…
Nothing lasts forever. I repeatedly say this to myself as reassurance. While on one hand, I want to badly escape the intensity of this unbearable trauma of clinging on to dreams that I had dared to dream without regret; I still want to stubbornly walk on as long as I have my conscience active enough to remind me that I still have a long way to go…
No matter how worn out that I may become at the end of each day, I wake up the following morning to discover that my life got extended for yet another day to complete.
Family, friends, colleagues, passersby, strangers, thoughts, ideas, emotions, needs, wants, dreams… – these all seem to complement one another in a dramatic realm of reality and create a story revolving around each one of us where we role play as leading characters that gradually sink towards the darkening horizon of age, wisdom & time.
Youth is so short-lived. As a child, we all want to rush towards it. With age, we don’t even get the time to realize that youth disappeared in thin air leaving our hair turning grey and skin starting to crease. Silence also creeps in. Some call it the arrival of wisdom, others understand it as solitude. The significance of age remains to be understood as chapters that must be lived to be experienced. Every book of Life is uniquely different from the other.
Retirement is not the end of everything. It is the time when either the book has reached its last page; or perhaps, there are still be many chapters left unread that could have been read only if there was adequate ink left to write on those pages without ending abruptly and leaving no traces of completion.
I do not know the reasons behind all this. At times, life intrigues me. At times, I remain speechless at the questions that arrive at the gates of my disturbed mind for which I can produce no answers. If answers would have brought solutions to suspense, there would not have been any curiosity left within our minds to search for that one question: " Who am I? "
Everyone has a unique answer – but not necessarily the right answer. Or maybe, we have guessed it right without realizing it…
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Kaleidoscope
There were times when I used to wonder lying in bed whether it would be better to die now or spend the remains of my time dreaming about living another day and evade this sinking feeling of coldness as my grip on dear life kept loosening.
Those were the days – dark, scary and yet so unbelievably real. I survived that haunting ordeal where I often used to feel myself as if a large lump of weight was chained to one of my feet and I was quickly sinking deeper down into the deep dark ocean of oblivion from where perhaps, I was unable to find myself.
At times I used to identify myself as nothing more than a prisoner of fate – blindfolded, gagged and shackled from my freedom except to just breathe. As destiny continued transporting & trading me for my skills from unknown places to unusual places still; my exhausted eyes still searched for those familiar faces in the unfamiliar crowd of faces that I kept stumbling upon every moment that I lived during those times.
The internal perspective of Life is nothing less than a kaleidoscope – full of broken pieces, bleeding emotions, shattered dreams, hopeless hopes and memories wrapped in pain.
Those were the days – dark, scary and yet so unbelievably real. I survived that haunting ordeal where I often used to feel myself as if a large lump of weight was chained to one of my feet and I was quickly sinking deeper down into the deep dark ocean of oblivion from where perhaps, I was unable to find myself.
At times I used to identify myself as nothing more than a prisoner of fate – blindfolded, gagged and shackled from my freedom except to just breathe. As destiny continued transporting & trading me for my skills from unknown places to unusual places still; my exhausted eyes still searched for those familiar faces in the unfamiliar crowd of faces that I kept stumbling upon every moment that I lived during those times.
The internal perspective of Life is nothing less than a kaleidoscope – full of broken pieces, bleeding emotions, shattered dreams, hopeless hopes and memories wrapped in pain.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
DARE
Loneliness is a strange experience
It is something that begins as a mystery
Until it becomes a haunting misery
Once it start living inside you
Life brews dreams at one end
While it baits them with sacrifices on the other
Sacrifices have never been an easy pick
But fate at times leaves you with no choice either
I dared to hope again
Even when every ounce of desire
Evaporated from my heart
I dared to walk again
Even when my feet kept bleeding over
Shredded glass and thorns obstructing my path
I dared to smile again
Even when I failed to find
A warm feeling to cheer me up
I may have quit dreaming
About my own future
To serve a better purpose
I would rather wish to serve the people
Who lead incomplete lives
And fill their empty spaces
By living their dreams with everything
I can give away
“I dared to dream again”
It is something that begins as a mystery
Until it becomes a haunting misery
Once it start living inside you
Life brews dreams at one end
While it baits them with sacrifices on the other
Sacrifices have never been an easy pick
But fate at times leaves you with no choice either
I dared to hope again
Even when every ounce of desire
Evaporated from my heart
I dared to walk again
Even when my feet kept bleeding over
Shredded glass and thorns obstructing my path
I dared to smile again
Even when I failed to find
A warm feeling to cheer me up
I may have quit dreaming
About my own future
To serve a better purpose
I would rather wish to serve the people
Who lead incomplete lives
And fill their empty spaces
By living their dreams with everything
I can give away
“I dared to dream again”
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Random Thoughts – Disturbed
The world is made up of real people, real emotions, real moments, real pain, real happiness, real wounds, real situations, real victories, real losses…
It is hard to change habits that we often get accustomed to. We tend to become dependent towards the things and people who are actually very far away. The heart refuses to accept these truths while the eyes refuse to stop waiting and the soul never stop searching for those footprints tracing memories towards one’s past where such moments have been engraved evergreen…
“ Not all fingers are the same in length. But when they are bent they all stand equal. Life becomes easy when we bend and adjust to situations.”
“ The ultimate truth of life is that – success always kisses you in private, but failure always kicks you in public.”
“ Stone breaks the head, but water breaks the stone. Anger suppresses your enemy, but forgiveness destroys the enmity.”
We never get back what we lose from our grasps. Success is all about accomplishments. Yet, what is success without the people to rejoice it with…
Monday, February 08, 2010
EXISTENCE
Within a realm of shimmering opulence
Remains now the remnants of reminiscences
Blurred and somewhat faded
But still vividly bright
And very alive
The emptiness stretching
Across the deserted hallway
Of the inner self
Is gradually tranquilizing
The distraught mind
Difficult it gets to express
During such a time
Distressing it is
To be all alone
Helpless
As much as the word itself
Means nothing at all
Moments freeze
At every breath
As every breath
Gradually freezes
While life stutters
Upon the touch of death
Death is just the beginning
Of one’s ultimate end
In the end
Nothing actually remains
Other than the memories
That we leave behind
Gradually with the passage of time
We are either remembered or forgotten
Until no one remembers
What the last thing was
That had ever happened
Remains now the remnants of reminiscences
Blurred and somewhat faded
But still vividly bright
And very alive
The emptiness stretching
Across the deserted hallway
Of the inner self
Is gradually tranquilizing
The distraught mind
Difficult it gets to express
During such a time
Distressing it is
To be all alone
Helpless
As much as the word itself
Means nothing at all
Moments freeze
At every breath
As every breath
Gradually freezes
While life stutters
Upon the touch of death
Death is just the beginning
Of one’s ultimate end
In the end
Nothing actually remains
Other than the memories
That we leave behind
Gradually with the passage of time
We are either remembered or forgotten
Until no one remembers
What the last thing was
That had ever happened
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
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