razzle-dazzle

i wonder how sages live their life. withdrawn, complacent and seemingly wise. good or bad? living or letting go? difficult to understand. i was explaining my state as saintliness to my friend. she said its utter laziness. well different perspectives!! i tell u one thing – its not all tat bad for some time. but when it goes on – idleness and imagination do get tiring.

well..i need to find myself an act in a razzle dazzle…embrace passionate reactions….take pleasure in means of living…well Thoreau said that’s an evil thing..but may be until the time i get a definition of life…its a way to live….i thought of this many times…but the moment i see a cat running around..a bird chirping..i wonder why human beings had to be different…and how is this life meant to be lived

Sands of Time

whenever i walk down the beach staring at the sands, it gives me an eerie feeling of the passing time. i make a mark and take a few steps ahead, i turn back and walk backwards looking at the wave that seeps through the sands. its a new slate again and its a new beginning. looking at it in another way, it has no divisions to mark its passings.

i pick some sand and leave it through my fingers and wonder why that yesterday was different. my fingers open up and show me my palm. its strange to realize what time has in store. most happenings are mere mockery of helplessness. wonder why things happen the way they do. sometimes things don’t change however hard you try and sometimes, when u wished, moments in life never come to a standstill. how short lived are the good feelings! how quickly good changes to bad!

the fact is, life is a ride on a wave. forget the highs and lows, it always moves. thats the brilliance in life: “that too will pass on”. i go hit the wave to move on the sands of time. the waves embraces me. and the stones kept staring, turning jealous of our togetherness