with music playing in my ears
i take one step at a time
towards something new
thinking times will change
seasons come and go
but hearts wont change
feelings touch and go
but minds wont change
light fades into the unknown
blurring the known
everything has a secret door
that ain't easy to unlock
not one that's easy to live in
yet judgement come easy
not knowing what lies behind
those eerie cold nights
while looking for a warm hand
we just endure as is
like any of us is
caught in our own web
seeing as far as we can
not knowing when it will end
this play we are a part of
are we the righteous one
are we the chosen ones
how did we come to this
could end in a blink
i keep wondering
with every step i take
with music playing in my ears
i wonder

in search of a rare blossom

in peace, chaos and in pink

we try to keep sight of

the symbols, metaphors

vested upon us by them

the influence, the stories

no matter, the mind or the heart

quietly pursue the done and the dusted

waking up to glorious moments

yet a mirage of the said

looms over the pristine

trying hard to make sense

of everything around, inside

engraved in me are ways

discovered by them

we all can pick our own

still we lay inert with eyes wide open

why seek a friend, foe a purpose

to stir up passion, a zest in life

why wait for a right time

to find the right in the wrong

they are limited by our sight

our mundane patterns of passivity

try to break-free and get scorned at

by the marshalls of society

created by us, defined by us

they move like stumbling blocks

I am on my own journey

free of a mind and reason

in search of a rare perfect blossom

the road less taken

sometimes the roads less taken... are the ones that takes us back to re discovering the true essence of our being #mythoughtblurbondesign

discovering passion

wish some things were born out of sheer passion instead of applied logic, makes me respect the primeval times when discovery & passion went hand-in-hand #mythoughtblurbondesign

jello story

if only life came in a semi-transparent case like jello, we would know exactly what to expect without ever unwrapping .. but then, will jello be a jello? #LifeInColor #mindbogglers

one moment in time

my feet submerged in white sand

my eyes watching the sun rise

a fish swims to drop a hello

the cold waves move me

taking the shore sand along

opposites mirroring, reflecting

enchanted, they smile at each other

a silent rendezvous at the horizon

a union of the yin and the yang

an unspoken language

only an open heart can see

sometimes shallow, sometimes deep

yet mesmerizing and calling

touching all my senses

a chance, a leap of faith

takes me farther than I can imagine

feeling the wonder, the roots

of what lies beyond my understanding

that moment when it seems

in my grasp, the next I lose it all

no matter the closeness

still see the vastness in my mind

all that I pictured is real

has a life of its own

still cannot fathom the beauty

the strangeness of me in it

the closeness of it all

tasting the sand, the salt and my passion

absorbing the sun, the moon and the blue

soaking the scent in the air

 astound with zilch

one with the blue

one with the moment

one with myself

- jasmin 

a new light

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. 

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant  gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doses not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the Glory of god that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. 

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

By Marianne Williamson

Finding new definitions

Yes! Everyone wants to be the first in every race but not experimenting in life. Well, not that I go out of my way to make this statement true but I do try it sometimes and it has worked wonders for my spirit and my esteem. There is a phase in life when one needs to make rational choices and I have done that too… Then there are days when one takes a break and simply forgoes all the fears and drowns into the sea of momentum… the rest of them are plain lazy to even get on their feet and jiggle… all one needs is a nudge and they are set to go .. what stops us from doing anything is lack of acceptance and that finger that points at you because you are different. I guess its time we shed the clothes of skepticism and just be the best that we can be … and that is …

 “Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself.”  ― Harvey Fierstein

@Sariska,Alwar

Sexy Saxophone

Fools rush in

I heard this song in a film titled 'Fools rush in' and I just fell in love with the lyrics. It resurrected my years as a teenager complaining and bragging about my folks, times when I fought with my angels over a silly remote, begging to help me out with my journals, whispering in the dark below the sheets after ma turned off the lights, gazing at the sky when all went asleep, aspired to be a doctor, then a writer and then an officer diving into the blue sky, lost and found I wondered like everyone else ...

Go ahead, you must read it too ...

When I was younger I believed, that dreams came true.
Now I wonder.
Cause' I've seen much more dark skies, than blue.
Now I wonder.
I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.
I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.
When I was younger I believed, that I could win.
Now I wonder.
There was a time when you and I, walked hand & hand.
Now I wonder.
I keep on searching for the old me, I keep on thinking I can change.
I keep on hoping for a new day, will I ever feel the same?
Now I wonder.
Oh I wonder.
Now I wonder.

by Chris Issak