Living in the memory of myself

Azal

Went to bed weary in my soul, dejected, as life was a burden. One bad , sunless day had camouflaged a beautiful life, as the fog hides the flower, ‘HE SAW’. I woke up in the morning and the rays of sun had theses letters on them which my weary soul could read, if you really need to live ‘for something’ live for me , I looked upon the trees and they whispered live for us I felt the dew, it said live for me. I looked upon the clouds and they said if we had not veiled the sun how you would have known that it does not only warms the body. I went through the day knowing there is so much to live for. I felt the squirrels shared my state, the birds shared my state and the only question came to me from my fellow being ‘ kya ho gaya, tu inta khush kyon ‘dikh’ raha hai aaj (what happened why are you ‘looking’ so happy today.

OH! ‘Polarity’ you make me live and then murder me to make me feel the life. Oneness is not the wisdom it’s rudimentary at this moment.

I am living in the moment. Only that moment is living in the future!

It’s unfortunate that to realize your worth I have to imagine that you are gone.
Azal

Yesterday I did not have a reason for laughing; today I do not have a reason for my tears. All reasons are projections of mind. shadows.
Azal

Movement will vanish into stillness, sound in silence. All is a Play of breeze on the surface of water.

To sit still and watch the passing moment, is to be in heaven.
Azal

I kept the note book which carried my endeavours to write the unspeakable,on the brink of my writing desk to accomadate a hot cup of tea on a winter morning. While i felt the first sip of hot tea passing through the very core of my body, my notebook tripped over and went straight into the dustbin!! in an instant i forgot about the tea and rushed to pick it up, while my hand was just few inches away, the book gave me a strange look,and there was a moment between us, which made my hand lose its urgency. I did pick-up the notebook but something was communicated to my soul, I felt life smiled at my mind. It was the same look which i have noticed in mirror towards pictures. Before any other thought could reach me my nose caught the smell of the fresh tea, still hot. The eternal glimpse had, as usual, only consumed few moments!! I smiled and took a long hot sip of the tea and while i felt it reaching my gut, mind went with it...the eternal self lived the eternal moment again. and yet again mind attempted to store the ever flowing.

Its O.K.

azal


Azal

another day of my life got over, i will have to surrender to the night, no matter how hard i try not to. pass over to the releam of nothingness without earning it only to return in the morning as me. while fighting sleep whatever that is i want to acheive in this moment, i know i will give up in some time and fall asleep.

Tired of the shores I look to the adventures of the storms.
Azal

I seek a place to remember that face those sparkling eyes
As after the whole days labor some one looks for a spot to rest

Azal