simply something

looking through my mind
i fail to understand
is the heart mine
or is it for me

silence has come
to shed the belonging
doing all the good
to keep away from myself

with a fairy asking for a ride
i decide what to shun
the love for life
or the moment of the day

come what may
it takes the same effort
to understand the heart
and to where does it belong...

belongingness

i go to my old home where i used to stay during childhood. and yes i felt so good. i felt i belonged to that place. the place belonged to me. what really made me feel that the place belonged to me?
i was born there. had my first friend from there. we had played endlessly. had touched and known every single nook of the place. so we thought it belonged to us? we had a jhoola where we sat and had chivda together eating the chillies and crying over the spicyness. i have these emotions attached to that place.
then i have my grand parents calling me in to have lunch. scolding me over playing in the hot sun. their caring. the love. all this created that belongingness to that place. it was not the physical place but the people in it that made the place alive. this place is really so alive whenever i'll visit it. will i be able to find a place so much belonged elsewhere?

desire

i was going through the book Crafts in India edited by M.P.Ranjan and Aditi Ranjan. let me tell you this is the best book one can refer to know about the exhaustive details of crafts in India.
as i was moving through the pages, i was so fascinated by the beauty of the craft.
then something came to my mind. we love to see different kinds of motiffs in whatever craft form available and get impressed by the intricasy of the work done. what do we define the beauty as? Do we tend to judge the amount of hard work and selfless art in by just comparing between them?
the craftperson simply loves to create the form. and that love and care is showered on the viewer. on seeing the book first thought that came on seeing all the crafts was i want to posess them. I visualised my home being built from the same bamboo technique, same eternally exquisitely crafted things for decoration. why only this, i also felt i should be having the same kind of jewellery etc etc. you know how much a human mind wanders around.
But on second thoughts, do i really need all this? what is it that i ll carry back to eternity? nothing. the best thing to do would be, i can just be very happy seeing this book. it will really not make any difference to me as to what are the contents of my home or dressing table. I just need to have all this beauty within.

acquaintance & friends

This is just what i have observed. We tend to have so many friends from the childhood. We have so many friends but a very few best friends. Do we call those friends who know all about us as the best friends? Do we tell everything to that friend because we have trust in that person? I think yes. We trust the friend and tell him/her everything ever happening in our lives.
I think its just an intrinsic property of human beings (being social animals) to try and share whatever happened in some or the other way. Blogging is just one of them. Ever experienced this? What was the first thing you spoke to your mom after you day in school? i always had this unbeatable urge to go and tell mom everything that happened. My mom used to listen patiently then.
We grow up to find some subjects which can relate to and share with friends only. maybe the references are different. Then we look for a friend who'll be the 'treasurer' of all our secrets and general rubbish also. Something that we just wanna talk and finish off.Maybe just so that the air listens to us and flowers and the wind.
Then what happens when we grow up? why arent we so open to friendship and start naming people as aquaintances? I think we then live in insecurities as to will the person use the information we just gave him/her by trusting in.
But in spite of this i have just found out that you don't tell everything to a person you trust but you trust a person more when you open up in front of him/her. And yes more importantly expect the same trust from the person. Then comes the conflict. If there is no trust coming back the communication fails and there is no friendship and concern and the contact remains as an acquaintance.
Will the world not be idealistic enough if we can have everyone as friends and not just acquaintances?

a second chance

will life give me a second chance?
the grass asked the dew,
when dew kissed the grass
& flowers to wind
when wind hugged the flowers

the grass withered & the flowers too
the fragrance remained
the experience cherished
for they were the moments..
never to be perished

today, bloomed are new flowers and grown is the grass,
on the verge of withering,
thinking can they really bloom again
but isnt withering, beautiful as blooming?