The Reflection of My Heart

Love

Is like the wind

It passes by

And leaves nothing behind

Just passes through

My heart, My soul

And never let me

Enjoy the feeling,

The sensation,

Of being cared for by someone

Who really loves me.

Why is my life

So desperate always?

Why is love

Treating me so unkindly?

I look forever

I search forever

Look everywhere

Search everywhere

And all I end up with is

A love that

Never lasts long.

My heart is a

Heart of pain.

It has never

Been able to love someone longer

Than it wants to.

I always love

But does that person love me?

The answers

To my questions

Are always

Painful,

And different to

Take into term.

Am I suppose

To search the rest of

My lonely life?

Where will I go?

Where will I search?

I am tired

Of searching

And wondering

Day by day.

Why must my heart

Be all pain

And none of love?

"WE"- The Engineers

Traditionally engineers have been viewed as geeks or nerds who do nothing but study strange kinds of things and manufacture big machines and buildings. Even nowadays when some coaching institute puts up an ad showing engineering aspirants they would put up posters of people with formal boring shirts and a metallic cap which the mechanics wear in garages. Whereas the doctors they’ll show are all smart and dashing with matching colourful shirts inside their white aprons...

I mean why such discrimination against engineers. They would make serials like sanjeevani and dhadkan for doctors. Do only doctors have the charm to woo girls. And engineers are all boring people found glued to their computer screens or buried inside a pile of machines.

Come on, engineers are not like that. At least not what I’ve seen and known. Then who are engineers and what are engineers. Well understanding this species is extremely difficult. However the common characteristics are:

Extreme

Whatever they do has to be on an extreme. No study for the 4-5 months of the semester and no sleep for the 4-5 days before the exams. The same student who you’ll find with his torn jeans and the college t-shirt jumping out of the class(or rather bunking out of the class), impressing the panel of interviewers from the very best companies of the world.

The same stud whom you found half-conscious and fully drunk lying outside the hostel gate in the garden, can stun a gathering full of scholars while delivering a speech on consiousness.

Adaptive

Engineering students are supposed to be the most indisciplined and rude fellows on campus who are always clumsily dressed. But what happens to these guys/gals when they hit the corporate floor. They are the most smartly dressed people and present the face of India Inc.

They are as comfortable in the college-side khokha(dhaba) eating maggy sitting on the mat as they are while having lunch with their clients in a 5-star hotel.

Matter-of-factly

The 4 years of engineering teaches engineers how to learn. Learn different concepts, languages, techniques and anything else. Engineers are basically learners. Engineers doing well in CAT and other entrances are not because they are engineers but because they are good learners and can adapt to the changing situations.

And again towards the end:

"To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be!"

Dedicated to:

CHOTANARAD

)o(...Bountiful Blessings...)o(

"When you're down to nothing, God is upto something. The faithful see the invisible, believe the incredible and then receive the impossible." Is this assertion true? Pardon me my Lord! I have become too pessimist for reckoning this wonderful statement with doubt...So Lonely, so Guilty, so Bad, so Uneasy...There comes times in lyfe when you start to spirit everything with a sense of doubt. Probably I am going through the very same clock.

Meditation has been described as the process in which I listen to God. In contrast to that, prayer is sometimes described as the process when I speak to God. To speak to God is very important, but it is also important to let the mind become quiet, stable and open to receive whatever God wishes to say to me. Sometimes we may feel that God is so far away, so far out of reach that it is impossible to have a living relationship with God. We may be contented to just perform rituals, devotion and prayers, or perhaps even lose interest in the subject of God. But it is only a question of time until we come to the point where we say, "Well may be God exists", or "Maybe He doesn't". Without focusing on the inner aspects of religion and spirituality, or on any way of reaching out to God, we have lost that inner experience and strength needed in our lives today.

When a pendulum reaches the end of its swing, it begins to swing back in the other direction. We have been experimenting externally with the things of materialism within a consumer society, and the pendulum of these actions has swung so far as to hit the wall. It is unable to go any further in that direction. The pendulum now has to swing in the other direction and so will do my destiny.

When I see you as a spiritual being, my attitude towards you change very quickly. I find that those physical divisions and blocks that divide or obstruct, no longer exist. But the vision of the soul, seeing others as souls and the interaction on the level of soul to soul creates a natural sweetness and respect within my behavior. This experience reaches to the state where every exchange between human beings gives happiness and joy and brings each other closer to God. As I practice this awareness, during the day, of being a soul and seeing the soul, then when I have a few minutes to sit quietly, within one moment, with just one thought I am able to experience a very natural and easy detachment from the consciousness of the body. I am still in this world of matter and in the bondage of matter and yet I am free from this bondage.

In this awareness of I the soul, I want to go further. I want to experience a connection, a relationship with God. Just as there is knowledge and awareness of the soul as a being of light, there is also very simple information about the concept of God, as a being of light. Not a physical image, just simply a being of light. One who is absolute, absolute in truth, absolute in beauty, purity, love, peace and bliss. This is why I want to be able to connect with the Supreme. I will, soon; a promise to myself...!

As the body is sitting quietly......the attention of my mind are turning within..... and in this awareness, of I...... the eternal soul..... I am focusing my thoughts on the Supreme.... the being of light. God's light.... reaching the soul.... and purifying the me... That light cleansing the soul... and making me coming back to that original state of purity and peace...

Amen!!!

"For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends!"

Nurturing Bonnie

Sitting splendid after receiving a call from a ravishing personality, my mind here has again started to dream into the unending journey of mentations. You must be wondering as to what happened after 'despair'! Here goes the story...

1400 hours dated 18th December 2009; trin-trin, trin-trin! As always, I was in no mood of attending the phone call. But a new local number starting with four sequential '9s' caught my attention. 4 years back, the same thing had been bechanced and mother destiny gave me the most beautiful gift of my life then in the form of a friend named 'Karan'. So I couldn't resist myself picking up the same and probably so did the history. A voice which delighted the senses and the words which excited the intellectual and emotional admiration. A voice which was full of fragrance and redolence. Something spiritual in nature in which my heart felt like flowing with every emerging wave of the ocean full of divine. Aaah! How can I word this beautiful, this bonnie, this pleasing, this 'saloni'! Its next to impossible to describe that gorgeous. I felt as if something that I was loosing, that I was missing was being replenishing. Whether it was the magic of that godly voice or of the resplendent person behind? Probably a justified combination of both...For how long would it continue? For what time would it last? Whether mother nature is again contriving to bless me with another 'karan' ? I just cross my fingers to have that gorgeous surprise...

Towards the end-

You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.

"JUIT" -The Real Beginning of Lyfe

"The Despair"

When she was here my days were bright, she was my source of light. How am I to see now that my light is gone? I had said that I would fight her. How can I fight someone that used to be my light? How can I fight something that blinds me?

I open my eyes

I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light

I can’t remember how

I can’t remember why

I’m lying here tonight

I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes not caring where they landed, after all there was no one here who cared what the room looked like. I collapsed onto the mattress and closed my eyes trying to succumb to sleep. But what invaded my mind wasn’t dreams, it was visions on her, flashbacks of us and times when we used to be happy. Even though they’re just visions in my head, the sight of her makes my heart throb and ache with extreme pain. Pain that I mistook for anger and fury for so long. I found out all too soon that I wasn’t capable of hating you. It isn’t possible. To hate the girl that I had sworn to support and to love more deeply than anyone else, wasn’t possible. The throbbing in my chest, the pain in my heart wasn’t hate, it was the feeling of loss and hopelessness. Sadness and despair is my life when you’re not in it K…,,,.

I know that if I were to open my eyes the pictures of you would go away but the pain won’t. the pain never goes away; it never even fades. All it does it gets worse when I’m alone, and even more-so when I try to sleep. Sleeping is the worst. When I sleep is when you come to me, and make me feel so hallow and hopeless. Why do you make it hurt so much? Why do you want me to be miserable? Why do you torture me so, when all I’ve ever done is, stay by your side and love you? Why? K…,,,, all I want is for you to come back to me so this pain will disappear.

And I can’t stand the pain

And I can’t make it go away

No I can’t stand the pain

I open my eyes and stare out at the blackness that was my room. Maybe it’s really all my fault that you left? Is that it, did you leave because of me? Maybe I didn’t love you enough. Did I make another huge mistake to push you away and make you leave me? I know I’ve made so many mistakes. I should have comforted you more, I should have… I don’t know what I should have done. What did you want me to do K…,,,? What do you want of me now?

How could you run away when you were the one who held my head above the water. You’re the one who kept me from giving up. You were my life and my light. My purpose. Now that you’ve run away I have no purpose, no reason to live. I love you so much K…,,,, and I want nothing more than to have another chance to get your confidence back in me, come back, I accept my mistakes,but i really did mean to hurt you, i did not tell you any problem because i wanted you to be happy.

I sat up on the mattress and sighed. It was a hopeless act to try and sleep. I haven’t had a good night’s worth of sleep since you left. I stood up and walked over to a window. I pushed one of the planks of wood out of the way and stared out at the night sky. Are you sleeping well K…,,,? I hope you are. I hope you’re having the best of dreams.

K…,,, you’re trying to tell me something in my dreams aren’t you? What is it? I’m trying to listen but the throbbing of my heart drowns out your words. Wait if you’re the one who’s running why do you appear in my dreams? Maybe… maybe we’re both running. Or maybe I’m the only one who’s running. Even though I’m not the one moving. I’m not the one who’s physically moving away. Is my just sitting sit and not moving a form of running? But it doesn’t make sense! I just wanted you and I to have some kind of stability in our lives for once. That’s all I wanted. To just settle down and love you. Living out my life here with you would have made me the happiest person in all on this earth. It would have been so contented life.

And so if my mistakes were the reason that you left, I should have gone with you too. I mean didn’t I make a promise that I would rectify my mistakes and become a better person and be there with you and be by your side at all times? What kind of person am I? My mistakes make me want to scream at how stupid I am. How could I let this happen? How could this happen to us? I thought we were so happy.

How could this happen to me

I’ve made my mistakes

I’ve got no where to run

The night goes on

As I’m fading away

I’m sick of this life

I just wanna scream

How could this happen to me

I sigh again and slid down the wall. I’m screaming K…,,, can’t you hear me? I screaming for you to come back to me so that we can be happy.

If you don’t came back, I don’t know what will become of me. I’ll probably just stay in this room, being haunted by memories of us and I. I’ll just keep sliding deeper and deeper until I’m swallowed by my nothingness. But there’s something that is hanging onto me, keeping me from fading. I think that something is you K…,,,. It’s as if one of your threads is holding on to me. Refusing to let me fall into oblivion, and I don’t know if I want to cling to that thread or sever it and fall into darkness. Give me back your light that made my life so happy. Or is it something that is buried deep in your unconsciousness? Do you not know that you’re trying to save me? Or maybe it’s a little of both.

Please come back to me K…,,,. Change my life again. I promise if you came back to me I’ll try harder, whatever you want me to do I’ll try to do it better. I’ll make you so happy I promise! I wish we could start over

Everybody’s screaming

I try to make a sound

but no one hears me

I’m slipping off the edge

I’m hanging by a thread

I wanna start this over again

I couldn’t stop anything that happened to you back then, but I’ve honestly given myself to making your life perfect, but again, I couldn’t save you from the pain and the tears that you shed. I couldn’t protect you from the pain and sadness that you felt. I want to change our past completely but I can’t. I can’t erase all the things that I did or didn’t do.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered

And I can’t explain what happened

And I can’t erasethe things that I’ve done

No I can’t

How could this happen to me

I’ve made my mistakes

I’ve got no where to run

The night goes on

As I’m fading away

I’m sick of this life

I just wanna scream

How could this happen to me

I went back over to my mattress and plop down on the soft surface. I hold your photo to my chest and tears prick at my eyes. I want to hold you K…,,,. Not some flimsy paper copy of you. Nothing on this earth can replace the warmth of you, and the feeling that holding you gives me. Nothing will bring that back to me though. I close my eyes trying to stop the tears but it’s no use. They come and so do my soft sobs. My K…,,,, I miss you terribly.

The night is going on but I’m just laying here fading away. I need to get some kind of sleep. I let out another sob then curl up tighter against the cold dark night.

I’ve made my mistakes

I’ve got no where to run

The night goes on

As I’m fading away

I’m sick of this life

I just wanna scream

How could this happen to me

K…,,,, you will always be my one true master. And my one true love.

"Budding Dilemma"

Right now here in this boring lecture of Macroeconomics sharp at 1200 hours dated 2nd December 2009, a new bud is emerging in my heart full of conflicting emotions. Probably, an another heart sitting nearby is responsible for generating this new series of waves. This breath-capturing aroma is difficult to word. Why a moment of interaction becomes so divine at times? Can't we hold this for rest of our very lyfe? If yes, how would we define our earlier thoughts then? Aaah...Again a big dilemma!!!

This new budding of relationship may define, direct & alter a new path. The fish, the 'meen' is the most beautiful & cherishing creature of the Almighty who rules the 'deep' dimensions without which the beauty would cease to exist. The eyes, the 'akshi' is the brightest star of this entire universe. Brightest? Yes, it is! Coz it is an eye which makes you seeable the most shining object ranging from extreme black to extreme white. And what to say of if you find a combination of the two in a single person! Is it possible? Yeah...Just 5 minutes back I met with such a heart-catching personality who inspired my psyche to dive into the flowing waves of emotions. I felt like lost in those beauteous but miraculous eyes who took my imaginations beyond limits just like a fish meandering in a sea. That gorgeous 'akshi', the 'meenakshi' is now becoming the magic window to my soul!

This discovery of myself in others would probably lead to recognition of the same one day. What a delightful scenario that would be! This eternal journey would then continue forever. As for now my heart is sinking in the poetry of 'senses'. Every drop of my passion wants to idolize that 'akshi'. A fountain of splendid waves are deriving their essence from the gorgeous. An enduring promise of mine for now and for ever- holding you and will let go never is nourishing deep inside within. What happens next seems to be a million dollar question now. This felicity would definitely result in the 'alikee'. How, left to the destiny!

And again towards the end...
"They say that the eyes are the window to the soul
And if you look into my eyes
You may see heartache, confusion, or pain
Or you may see happiness, excitement, or surprise
But when I look into your eyes
I can see into the soul of the one I love!"