Time to pack??? love you grey!!!

Its monday evening, and 3 days to go! On thursday night, i got to catch my train for Ahmedabad and initiate the journey to Srilanka. Focusing on other work, it never clicked me until now when a friend asked me........ that i got to pack!!

I got amazed at my ownself. Am just so comfortable and usual with the idea of packing. Something so embedded in my routine life like brushing teeth everyday. Somewhere i read, that a girl was panicking big time when she had to prepare for a 20 day journey around the country. I felt happy and proud. In my case, well packing is just the fun before the actual journey starts.

And yes. i wil like to brag about my capabilities to carry the right things that i would require on the way and not a single thing more. I know, ideally its suppose to be like that........people carrry what they need.....but my point here is..............after travelling for so many years...i just know what exactly i would need.....and it doesnt take me long few minutes to be ready to go.......... be it for a day...........or for 2 months............

and i live with my bag....... the old grey colour backpack.................its rusty....its worn out...torn out....and many times i have taken it to a cobbler to fix it up......... Many times i have used safety pins and many a times i have hugged on my laps while travelling in general boggy in trains. should i say..............the perfect partner in crime?????? that way my camera too was an intimate partner..............but its been few years now that i have started travelling without it.............taking snapshots in my mind................ living in that moment rather than worrying bout what to shoot.....................which angle to take!!!!

and now i am again taking company of my camera............and u know how am shooting now?????

just pointing and taking a shot................no more thinking about composition or getting some extra ordinary angle............being a tourist and behaving like one!!!!!! ( before i didnt prefer to use the word" tourist" )

so here i am again........about to make a journey.......and about to again get the interesting company of my grey old bag........and yeah.....there is another brown diesel bag...............which i carry in front side....and yup......its truly handsfree............i am ready to climb a truck... a train.....or anything till my hands are free.......

this write up is nothing more....but just a confession to my bag.......that i love it so much........and yes i am proud to show off the fact that......................it takes me minutes to pack..........and leave................to explore the unseen..............to explore myself!!!!!!!!!!

tata.....

Lets Rebel

Clouds of darkness invaded
the dull gloomy lit mansion
the pain didnt last more
survival gained the importance

Drops and drops; and the accumulation
over the soil infertile
vanity was everywhere before
and now destruction, far by few miles...

Damp walls of prison
oozes out the suffocation,
now, the debris will remain
once the bombardment of despair happens.

confusion and frustration will lead
every darken deed will dwell
Not hope; And this depression wil recast
resulting into a colorful rebel

A wish

When moments fall abruptly
I run to treasure it
It flies, it disappears
And memories remain forever
St this point of time
When changes are too frequent
Changes in self, time changes too
And also the heart.
Different feels take on gears
At such spot, I wish all the best
To all lives on earth
Wish them all natural instincts
Without separating on distinguishable forms.
I greet them with perfect individuality
Universal existence, co- relation and
Elements, love and on trust and bed
And arises the faith
And prophecy of beautiful life ahead.

In love with earth, are they?

Does the earth blush at night?
When it is adored with lovly moon light
Calm enough for gentle move
Stars witness its beauty
Noisy talks of seas and oceans
Moon marks the beauty by reflections
Silver castles at desert
Does celestial bodies have temptations
To land on our mother earth
To have life on tiniest form
In its warmth, do they like to stay
Leaving galaxial mysteries far behind!

Silent Voyage

Silence accompanies in lonliness
Sometimes castles of peace are built
Often are built big bridges
Between two banks of time
And then begins voyage in memoriews
Intact moments calls for tears
Smile blossoms sometimes,sometimes I sneer
Past speaks of its presence
In present, through re-occurance
Why it happened we question
But answers we get, after climbing high
Rising up from depths of emotions
And crossing the rosary of peace.
Reluctantly remembering the sharpest situations
Thinking over and then surpassing the tendor seconds
Gradually, after long toils, we achieve
The reasons of our downfall.

Blood sucking little fellows

Run run run,

Thats what they say

Devils and darlings are they,

The little mosquitoes !

They Bite and suck the blood

thats how they survive

Taking risks , they stay alive

The inspiring blood sucking fellows

Live live live

and stay in action

or they will suck blood from your every fraction

How caring and inspiring are my dear mosquitoes.

something war like

One king wins, the other loses
and thousands of men die
In this battle of glory or land
victory shouts at deads' sigh

Oh warrior!  shed the fear
or take it : the penalty of death
Leaving the lifetime of war
thou shall find peace some where.

Know what you fight for
Your king, the land,the family or yourself !
but do decide, that one moment to die for
bear no regrets at the end.

brothers thou killed would celebrate

together, the life after death
today, you fight against
tomorrow, crossing the bridge, shall rejoice the aftermath.

may you find the divine friendship
with those brothers that you killed

Why a war? reasons many,

different positions n different goals

too many fight the same war

one from chair; another from soul.

After the war ends

In god's realm that follows-
old men blabbers and does proud walks
while young men fight and dies,
Warriors march and Kings talk
thats the truth of life.

Random moments

Yes. It needs right wits and guts to create the change. And first of all, it starts from within. It has to. It utterly depends on one own self whether one gives in the situation or stands up against the odd and accept the challenge. And this challenge again, is not from external agency but its the one which one gives to own inner self. The challenge to rise from lazy slumber of doubts and laziness of comfort procrastinating tasks, of not believing in dreams. DREAM. Such a beautiful word. Such a romantic word. Such an illusionary word and such a truthful word. You got to make the choice what you take out from it. Dream - the first step. But to materialize those crazy seeming ideas, those blur thoughts, one needs a super kick. A phase actually, but all happens with that one moment of right trigger. And that one such moment is precious.

Hold on to it. It may happen to you while you are daydreaming or when you are conversing casually with friends. Or even when contemplating things or after watching some film. It comes to you and you feel its energetic presence in you. The desire to do something to make things happen......... And its subtle. Way too light to actually feel it. Make sure you catch it and rise with it. Do not just let it pass by. Float with that momental idea. Move on..and surely that idea will help you swim through that stagnant stage. In no time things would start moving. Believe in yourself and moreover believe in that crazy idea. Its all worth your effort to realize its true potential. Even if it may sound complete crazy at the beginning, you never know how grand it would turn in coming times. So be alert of those little moments that may try speak to you. All they need is your little attention. Grab on and make it beautiful. 

Smoke goes with the wind

when stillnes is around
smoke wil go with the wind
my friend, smoke goes with the wind

when moments sigh
on echoes of smile
you would be gone
far by many miles

rings would reach high
n silence would be seen
smoke , my friend, would go with the wind

climbing high, on the mountain of life
many such mates u shall meet
few would dance, few would chat
few would mean nothing
in such moments, the smoke wil go with the wind

toilimg up hard
toiling up soul
u reach high, u climb tall
thats the wish, thats the life
u reach higher than that smoke
that casted your ring
till then,
smoke will go with the wind

once u r up
high above the clouds,
kissing the zenith
breathing the sucess
u shal see ur mates below....
making thier own journeies
little u might miss one of those fellow
but u shal know, by then, in ur heart
tht rough nature was there to guide
nature was there to confide
n u shall know that friends left behind
one day shall discover thier heaven own
beautifully then, bygones would be bygones
but before that happens
smoke shall accompany
and now u would have understood
smoke goes with the wind

on one such journey, my friend, we met
those tinkle of bells and those special times shared
u were on journey n so was i
little we knew what was coming by
hitched we not, cared we not
just dived in the pool by the hill
enjoyed the flow, imbibed the glow
and shone we together with the feel
the feeling of joy, of pleasure,
so close to love, tonns to treasure
n then................................................................
................................
wind blew

it rustles, it hassled, it passed by
we paused, we stared, we look into each others eyes
reflection.................................................

we knew..................................................................................................

time to say goodbye........
and the journy forlongs
for you and me
travelers travelling alone
however roadless it may be..............
no fear of unknown
not attached with all knowns
only love
thats what we hold
when we communicate feelings that were untold
and we resume
and we march
and we pursue
and we last
in our own ways
in our own directions
with out own choices
with our own resources
with our own courage and strength
we cover those mighty lenghts

and climb,
high....
and low.....
and low yet again....
and again high.....
and again some interesting treck.....
who reaches where
and sees what below
is nothing but just a surprise
a grand surprise
and its sure.....................
going to be much more than
just that smoke.......
which had gone with the wind.......................................................