Keep writing

Channelise this anger into your script

This sir sir sir business

Tell me how do I go about it

Goes outside the window and what remains

Is nothing but your anger

Your characters and your writing

Someday it will strike a chord

Somewhere..

Empty

Empty empty empty

My heart is completely empty

At a loss am I

With words, meanings and emotions

From where have you come

O eternal void

And filled my heart with yourself

That everything I do

Isnt worth doing

Every moment I live

Isnt worth living

Do I belong here

Is the big question

Is this what I want to do

Is the big question

Who am I

I don’t know

Where am I

I don’t know

I cry, I scream, I sob

Tears of silence

Hoping that something will

Melt somewhere and take a form

A form so deep and definite

That it’ll lead me to where I belong

From where there is no return

Where there is no second..

There is only one aim and object

A place where my heart is at peace

At rest with its silence

Bring me to light from this

Everlapping darkness

The sun shines glorified outside

While my insides burn in darkness

Bring a meaning to this life

Where are you, my beloved..

Show me the path

And lead me to my bliss…

I am falling..

Can you imagine what this life is

Everyday the same old truama

I sometimes wonder what past karma

that I am now in this state

Without love, support and faith

How long can a man survive alone

Everywhere around me there is misery

Each single person has a problem

And is a problem in himself

What is this life

But a question each day

I cease to exist

I fail to understand

My mind runs a thousand images

My heart beats an extra time

I don’t know who I am

I don’t know what to do

All I know

Is that I am going deep

Inside a dark hollow tunnel

Which has no end…

I am falling

I am falling

And I am falling..

Power of the Mind

No mind...

...is the theory which the practitioners of Bushido follow.

What is no mind? It is a state of such concentration that for that moment, the consciousness of the self vanishes. It is so immersed with its object, that it becomes one with it!

Now what is this? Nothing but a sufi thought. Being one with the object.

And the strange part is our mind functions at its best when we are doing something which we shouldnt be doing.

Right or wrong is not the point here. Point is when our subconscious knows, when our system knows, when the mind is aware that something is off-track here - it activates all energy centres, and focuses until it doesnt merge with the object and succeeds or it pricks your conscience to such a level, that you leave it and walk away.

Either way the mind succeeds....

Only if we could channelise this power in a more constructive manner, in a more enriching manner...

Only if we could..

Myths and Stories

What are myths?

Stories we've heard in our childhood? About kings, queens, palaces, monsters, demons?

And we grow up listening to them not realising that they eventually become part of our psyche..our very existence...

Because somewhere these myths, these fables, these stories draw us to them. It is the timeless wisdom and knowledge, told in the most simplistic manner - which touches us deep down..

This is the magic of storytelling...

... a story can change your life ..