Sense and the ‘un’ sense

Man in recent years has come up with many a theory. Be it evolution, algorithms, Freudian, Anna’ism – way too many theories. Does it all make sense? Well, there are two ways to look at it. Those who believed in their own theory were anyway never regarded as people with sense, but few of them did stand apart and prove themselves right.. Confused?

Well, one thing common among the Theorists was that they didn’t care a damn about the people’s theory of being sensible. All they believed in was in their reasoning, their outlook and their learnings. They didn’t go by intellectual theories, but went by their senses (5+1). If a young Einstein believed that he was slow and not fit for learning, as his teachers/parents made him to be, then he would never have achieved what he did.

When I say their senses, I purely mean their ability to understand and use the required senses at the right time. Why only them, there are many a people with less IQ who have been able to achieve this skill. I call it ‘un’sense the crap thrown across to you with a tag named ‘sensible’ and grab only that really makes sense to you.

Random thoughts, so might or might not make sense to all.. But like I said.. Do I care?? ;)

 

 

 

Unheard inner voice

A day that passed like every other day;

But something seemed to be missing..

The voice unheard ever so far;

Came to my hearing…

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I listened, I nodded, I spoke to the voice;

I still knew not what it was saying…

I moved around frayed and failed;

Not knowing why I was gloomy…

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And then I heard it faintly;

When all the while it was screaming…

And then I heard it no more;

My voice had finally left me…

Me, Myself & Solitude

Song of a solitary Beaver…..

 

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Waiting to break away;

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Down under and tucked away;

 

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Farther and further away;

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Bound by an untidy maze;

 

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Ocean’s Secret waves;

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Life and its strange ways;

 

Me, Myself and Solitude,

Grounded, pounded and Frayed;

Me, Myself and Solitude,

but Born to be free anyway…

Children – our Soul

The joyous chuckle when upto Mischief,

The dance to the beats and musical treat,

The sprint, the slouch, the thrust and heave,

All this and more are our childhood feats..

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Oh! I wish time would become stagnant there;

But that’s just a wish and we are on the go;

The shove, the push and scuffle bitter-sweet,

The competitive struggle to be Numero Uno;

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But a look at our present, and life’s still incomplete..

And then when we are feeling terribly low,

On confidence, on morale, on energy, and more…

There comes a moment, when God guides our thoughts to the past,

A visit to our Childhood and then we are back on fast track…

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Here’s to the celebration of those special moments that define and direct our soul…. Happy Children’s day… :)

Best memories of dad

His english classes with me sitting on the dining table…
His attempt to play to make me sporty…
His constant cribbing that I and mom bully him…
His un-limited and un-conditional love…
His pride when I completed my goals…
His tears when he sent me to my second home…
His advice and counsel when I need it the most…
His goof-ups, his laughter, his jokes…
His confidence in my strength, then, now and always…
All this and much more is what my dad is…

While I may or may not always express this dad.. But I know that you know that I will always Love you, respect you and look up to you.. Happy Father’s day dad, but not just today, but every day since you first set your eyes on me..

Music – The soul for the living dead

… And there somewhere I hear it play,

The distant notes, far away…

Lilting tune, smooth as sand dunes,

Down the clear runway…

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And there creaked a tombstone,

As if the dead could hear it too…

The soothing melody playing,

Could lift their spirits too…

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As the notes hit high, the Soul comes alive,

Of the ghostly creatures who are living, yet dead…

The eerie silence within them,

Enlivened and ready to Jive…

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Oh! Music, thou art the bosom buddy,

The harbinger to the good things in life…

We wake up to thy notes, the heart-beats playing rythms…

The harmony within us, awakening positive vibes…

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So here is to thee, our mind, heart and soul…

Accept our salutations, in parts and in whole…

And as we seek our destiny, knowing not what is in store…

Music will always bind us and remind us of days of yore…

Welcoming the Virgin year

For some, it was the beginning of a new year last week and for many, it was already half way through.. Makes me wonder as to how diverse our culture is within our own country..

New Year, Ugadi, Vishu, Baisakhi or Poila Baisakh – different days, different names and different traditions… with a single thread that binds them all together – the sense of a totally Virgin Year to explore… Leaving behind memories that need to be left behind and taking along some with a fresh mind..

A fresh approach – the key to happiness.. So true… To the different personae in the play called life – Happy Happiness year on year and cheers to a new Virgin year..

A New Universe

Blue Sun, Red grass, Green Skies, Yellow Mountains,

A new Universe that I would like to be part off;

A world with no Humans, and yet no Martians…

Me & myself to start life afresh;

To discover the true sense of Freedom…

Of birds, of Beetles, of Animals galore,

That live in harmony, as peaceful as in yore;

Of rain, of snow, of Moon so bright,

Healing me in even the darkest of nights;

I yearn for a new World, a heaven of my own,

Where I am at peace with only tears of joy to own…

Salute to the Woman of today

The STRENGTH of a Woman,

Her pursuance of the Goal;

The LOVE of a Woman,

Her hug when you are cold;

The BEAUTY of a Woman,

The baring of her Soul;

The LOSS of a Woman,

Her inability to describe her Pain;

The SACRIFICE of a Woman,

Her willingness to accept his rein;

Oh! Wonderful wife, mother, daughter, career-woman..

The Woman who knows all, but chooses to remain in Oblivion…

I wait for you to break free…

I wait for you to breathe freely…

I wait for you to love yourself…

Oh! my beautiful Woman, the one who commands respect subtly,

May your glory reach higher than its heights, while you stay grounded…