Despair.....

People with vacant eyes and dull faces...each morning heralds a day that is struck off the calender....trudging from home to office and back again...weary of life and weary of living...effacing the memory of each day...drowned in misery and drenched in sorrow...comfortable in the everyday sameness of life...confused, lost, and directionless...fighting for perfection and then struggling to accept incompleteness...tunnel vision with no end in sight...falling once to rise again...and then falling again never to rise once....a lost battle and a lost cause....
Struggling for life..struggling to live...and then struggling to breathe....
Dragging yourself..and your feet....
A tired soul...a weary pen...muted to silence...and silenced into submission......
Nothing is wholesome....everything is a half-hearted attempt at living....even the breath you inhale....
It is as if everyone is waiting for someone to switch the power off in their lives.......

Love...................

Usually in two circumstances, do we give something to someone. Either if it is completely useless to us or if it is extremely dear to us. In the former, the lack of its need in our life presents an opportunity for us to dispense it. In the latter, we like something so much that we want another person to revel in the same joy as we did.
So why dont we treat love the same way?
We cant love somebody by despising ourselves and making another indivisual the object of our affection. Before loving somebody else, we must love ourselves completely, categorically, and unambigously. Only then can we give ourselves to the one we love.
Loving ourselves in no way means we overlook our deficiencies.It just means that by loving yourself first, you choose to give that person the thing that is most dearest to you: yourself....

Violence........

In the USA, there exists an institution known as the CCNV, the Centre for Creative Nonviolence. When I first came across the term, I thought "What a misnomer!" If something was nonviolent, it could be creative, but how can something creative be nonviolent?

We all possess this violent streak in us, but in the exectuion of this streak is programmed differently.

Something creative cannot be nonviolent. Simply because creativity orginates from within, and unless there is a violent upheaval of that thought from the mind, from the heart, from our being onto a medium, creativity is meaningless. It becomes null, void and hollow because creativity flourishes in expression.

We all strive to be different from each other. We try to create this difference subconsciously too. But how do we become different? Quite simple. Unleash all the violence that we have in our creativity. Purists would be naturally sceptic about this idea and why not?

But this concept needs no long winded explanations. ....just a plain scientific law. Creativity amounts to work done and to obtain this we need force and the distance over which it is applied. Violence is the most potent force in an indivisual. Unheralded and uncompromising. Since this force is predominantly negative, all we need to do is to reverse the sign, apply it in the positive direction so that it traverses harmoniously the distance---the distance between thought and execution, between mind and medium.

Violence when used positively will lead to beautiful creativity. We need to let go of this inner violence which will otherwise wreck havoc with our body.

The secret in harnessing this force is not in defeating it, but using it to foster and nuture creativity.

So the next time, our violent streak appears to outweigh logic, reason, and rationality, just reverse the sign and apply it to something--a painting, that unfinished write up, an unfinished sonata...

Just unleash your violence and hold the reins while creativity trots and charts its course.....

Courage

We are all always looking for comfort in numbers, security in social approval. Our sense of right or wrong usually depends on how many people we know approve of it......

Majority is never a parameter for conscience. The strength of a man's courage depends on his ability to continue when he is the last man standing....

There is a time in our lives, when all of us have to walk alone. And we should not be afraid to walk that lane....

What makes you smile?

There r times when we bow to the difficulties in life. I smile when I see the triumph of the human spirit....when somebody overcomes his/her fear, hesitation, uncertainity...I smile when I see the mind defiantly standing up against defeat..I smile when I think of freedom. I smile when I see people around me.....staring failure in the eye.. and daring it......

This was written when I almost gave up the battle....

My spirit is broken, my body is tired
The battle ahead awaits me still
My will to win is strong as ever
Rest I can, but cant give up

My hands are limp by my side
My legs ache with the burden of my soul
Can see my goal, its always there
Crawl I can, but cant give up

Cant bow my head to those who seek
To tell me that "You cant do it"
I know I can.....I know I must
Fight I can .....but cant give up....

The purpose of life............

The purpose of life.... is a life of purpose (a quote from my fave book)...and I know my purpose in life....
Sometimes, I feel weary...trudging along. There were times when only my willpower saw me through. I remember there had been times when I had been too weak to fulfill the promises I made to myself....when I crawled on my knees....

I feel the blood rising in my mouth and I know I am making the effort to win. I draw my breath, raise my head, stare at the obstacles in my path.....and dare them to defeat me. I see my goal and the hourglass that I have......

I dont compete with those who started ahead of me..neither with those who are yet to come. I compete with the one person whom I know so well. My own self.....

I cant live as if I am guilty of living....cant live with fear of what I cant perceive....I dont bow before power or adversity....I bow in front of achievement.....

A restless soul...a wanderlust...and most of all......a free spirit......U can chain me down...but not my will to be free....


I know I shall succeed when I am overtaken by my purpose....consumed by my will....