meeting

out beyond the ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, 

there is a field; I will meet you there. *

out there where the mornings and evenings

greet, at that horizon of the sphere.

out where joy and sorrow merge,
ill look for you where the tides surge. 

beyond all that speaking and listening, 

there is a silent song i will be singing.

no windows or walls, and no doors,

where the perpetual wait sits on the thresholds. 

there is a field, I will meet you there, 

in that moment void of all that is, now, here ... 

-jm 

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* The first two lines are by Rumi

If you can explain why you love someone, then its not really love! 

~jm 

cold and long winters

Dialogue 1: 

i waited for u.. winter long
u seem to be where i belong
its all illusion anyway...


Dialogue 2: 
 now i have lost you .. now the winter is truly cold
there were days, i knew where to find you but
now you are gone .. far and beyond ..
now i look for you within or is it an illusion?
anyway!

the music continues to play . . .

Thank GOD some wishes don't come true! 


i have new found faith in the cosmic intelligence ... not entirely "new found" but reaffirmed like a miracle occurring right before my eyes! i am talking in riddles ... the idea for writing this post is that if you are reading this and right now if there is one thing you are aching for but things are just not working out, know this that as cliched as it sounds, "its all for the best"! 


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3/4 of 2011 over! 


what was it like? eventful to say the least ...


for me it was a year full of new people and new perspectives which grounded me even further in my faith in that cosmic force! it was a year that tested my patience with self and others, trust within and outside... forced me to redefine my limitations and draw new boundaries... 


all intellectual pursuits took a backseat as i got thrown into intellectually bankrupt situations and company but it was necessary to know and grow ... to be in such a situation is like having to sit through a very poorly performed musical concert held in a beautiful venue! yes - that's what my year was like - it was like sitting through a very boring musical concert being performed in one of the best venues! ... having sat through this concert, i know that my lonesome ride is a far better deal!


the grass is no longer greener on the other side! the grass in my yard has its problems and its not perfect to look at, but its mine, it paves the way to my home! 


-jm

kyon ki chott nahin lagati!

पैरों तले ज़मीन खिसक गयी, 

और पाँव आसमान पर जड़ गए,

पर आदत से मजबूर, रोज़ गिरती हूँ,

मगर चोट नहीं लगती!

कोई छोटा सा बादल संभाल लेता है,

नज़रें उठाती हूँ तो ज़मीन सर के ऊपर,

एक आध पत्थर गिरती है,

मगर चोट नहीं लगाती!

यहाँ तारे साज़-ओ-सामान हैं, 

और चांदनी मेहमान है,

पर तेरे दर का पता ढूँढती हूँ,

क्योंकि यहाँ पर चोट नहीं लगाती... 

-jm

Options

For what its worth, its never too late,

Be whoever you are,

Whoever you wanna be,

There’s no time limit.

Start whenever you want.

You can change or stay the same.

There are no rules to this thing.

We can make the best of the worst of it.

I hope you make the best of it.

I hope you see things that startle you.

I hope you feel things you never felt before.

I hope you meet people with a different point of view.

I hope you live a life you are proud of.

And if you find that you are not, 

I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

~ From "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"

Aise hi . . .

इक नोवां पहर होता है, 

सब इंतज़ार मुक जाते हैं.

-jm

Question: 6-2-2011

Do people still send postcards? 

Quote: March 22, 2011

The more a man judges, the less he loves. 

~Honore de Balzac 

तुम्हारी आँखों का रंग

वोह अभी तक पुल पर खड़ी थी. अतीत से आती हुई हंसी और आवाज़ बहुत दूर नहीं लगी ऐसे ही लगा जैसे आवाज़ अभी तक बीती नहीं. शायद कोहरे मैं हाथ बढ़ाये तो छू  ही ले उसे.  घडी देखि, सेकंड की सुई अपने पहरे पर परदे कर रही थी. और अभी तक  उसके आने की  कोई आहात  नहीं  थी. रात में शालाफ आ गया था; crack आ  गया  था! आधी  रात  कट  चुकी  थी …वोह  रात  भी  ऐसे  ही कटी  थी  … इक्कीसवीं  मंजिल  पर , एक  गूमते  हुए  restaurant में  … शायद  Toronto में  था ! वोह  दो  ही  थे  और  घडी  देखि  थी  तो  उसने  अपना  हाथ  रख  दिया  था  उस  पर . कितना  बड़ा  हाथ  था  उसका ! उसकी  दोनों  कलाईयाँ उसमे बंद हो जाया करती थीं. Lock हो जाती थीं. अपने बोझिल हाथों से उसने देखा था उसकी तरफ और उसकी आँखों की आवाज़ सुने दी थी ... तुम्हारी आँखों का रंग भी तो आसमानी है! 

- Gulzaar