Music and blah blah:)

Beyond the distant stars, beyond the blue deep skies, beyond the unfathomable horizons, beyond the mystic universe, there's something that is so inviting, so enticing and so candid. 

My strength lies in being myself and not getting impacted and disheartened by illogical comments. Sometimes you don't want to write rather want the words to slip away into oblivion. One such moment is right now. Want to close eyes and fly. I cannot read what I write at times. I try to but have to stop in between. Makes me feel strange: 'is that me' kind of feeling. May be because it becomes tough to relate, given the momentum of how my thoughts (and I) change. So when you travel, you get to know yourself more. You get to hear what generally goes unheard in the chaos. Roaming among random people at random places on random roads gives a kind of awareness that is so unique. It's like revisiting yourself and discovering what you never knew exists.  The auto rickshaw wala telling that one of his daughters is CA and the other is pursuing engineering- and his explanation of how education is more important for girls than boys.. Just wanted to note this mome...

Let go of little things. Peace of mind is more important. Finding perfection in everything isn't possible. Striving for it is. The only thing I need to be aware of is  Very strong note to self: I need to stop getting drifted away by small things and should not lose focus. It's so easy to get drifted away. I'm not lost, I'm finding myself. Somehow same things mean different today, it's evolution I understand, but whose. What changes? It's interesting to dwell but seems useless, for this shall also change. So I just want to believe I'm learning through the observations and learning the right way. And I don't know what I mean by this 'right'.  Cool confirms I'm as confused, may be more than when I started writing. Sometimes you know some people so much that you confuse yourself with them. The days when I'm so totally in some different world. Not soon but someday definitely I would solve the puzzles, the ...

This is just a random moment out of million of random moments which wants to come out of this circle of randomness and become special. Has it or hasn't? Who knows!

During the past couple of months, so much has happened. I always wanted to write my thoughts here, but somehow I end up writing everything in mobile notes. These are random notes, some got deleted, some still here. Watching a rain is so peaceful. It's so overwhelming the way music answers all my questions.. pacifying all the storms occurring in my head.. enabling me see the beauty of little things. The so much triggering inside as if finds its answer. How I see it is so different from how you see and yet it's just the same. Your letting me be me is the love in its truest form. In this moment, I have lived a zillion lives. I wish I could express. This moment brings to me the wonder in its purest form. I don't know who I'm, why I'm but I can feel the truth of being, I can feel the love, faith, beauty. It's a wonderful moment. Somewhere a bud is unfurling, somewhere it is. Unknown yet familiar. Isn't it perplexing? Its in fact sweet. Sweet li...

you tell me stars have a language, mountains grow taller, Bukowski still writes Neruda doesn't know love. You tell me Italy is the place, mirror is an occasional lier, silence means counting infinity. Earth, sometimes, abhors spinning. You tell me clouds hold our secrets angels live in flowers butterflies are little girls raindrops are like prayers You tell me the different meanings of seasons how buds gradually unfurl how leaves change their colors how flowers lose their fragrance how we live our lives in circles Y'know sometimes I feel there is a meaning to it all there is a meaning to what you say there is a meaning to what you do not say, but convey. I am tiny. I am little. I was mad. Now perhaps sane. But I still connect the dots to draw the paths you have planned for me. Stars are spilling light. Night is cold. It is December, again. You tell me you are close by. Too close that I am afraid to to...

middle of the night, and I'm unable to sleep. Lost in music. I am unable to sleep because I'm unable to not keep listening to this song. which is crazy. so I came to the other room, ensuring that his child-like sleep isn't disturbed. from the huge window adjacent to where I'm sitting right now, I can see till so far... cos there aren't any huge buildings on this side of the city. I can see the distant lights, the kind of view I loved to gaze during train journeys at night. It was almost like this. feels like i'm reliving those moments... yahi to hota tha...  I used to listen to songs, watch out of the windows, the sparkling stars or the moon or the distant lights in an otherwise complete darkness. even then, it was so captivating that it didn't let me sleep the whole nights. some pleasures and moments are too beautiful to be wasted sleeping. right now are one of those. i feel so content, so peaceful, so quiet in such moments.... untouched by the noise of...