The wounds

The black holes in our original wholess renewed time and again. Once a beautiful surprise to us, now a case to be healed. Our emotions now limit the range of responses. Serenity is far away. Mind is no more a beautiful pond. Opaqueness and translucency are passions of past. What we have with us now are torn pieces of virues. We are all going to die and one day our planet would evaporate and disappear. But somethings that would remain forever are the wounds of suffering..the wounds encrusted with rock.

I found

Become a lover, not of somebody in particular, just become a lover in general. It shall not be just a relationship with somebody because whenevr love becomes a relationship it includes one but excludes the whole universe. I know whole world belongs to me and i belong to the world. I ought to act and choose if I could be grateful to the whole universe. If love as a meditation is followed then it is not focused on any object but it is just a state of being. I know these forms but where does the truth lie, i dunno...
Can I practice that love where nothing confies it, when it is unlimited...well, here i have to decide what is more important for me. Being center of the universe or just a small atom of it.
Conflicts come now and then in this shifting mechanism..I havnt got the result yet..
Lets see.

Wahan...unke peeche

Band darwaazo ke peeche
Jaane kitne ghar roz jalte hain
Kabhi kabhi raakh milti hai
tou kabhi phaili hui raakh par bane hue pairo ke nishan hi dikhte hain

Darwaazo ko band karte hue
kabhi kuch aankhe dikhti hain
phir kisi din wo aankhen
bin paani sadak par kahi padi milti hain

Peeche ki cheekho ka sira kabhi mila tou
kuch nahi hua bus,
aawao ka jhund badhta hua dikha
badhte hue gali se guzar gaya

Darwaaze kabhi khulenge lagta tou nahi
kabhi koi khula reh gaya tou
milega tou wohi sab
andhere mein kone par baithee hui Bina aur kuch kapde

Shayad isiliye in galiyo mein kabhi
andhera nahi hota
bus diye bujh jaate hain
kuch kamro mein ek waqt ke baad...

Days of world around me

Days are passing with much light.I am questioning my true instincts for my future life.How do i see it, i cannot draw but may dream/plan. Films have become my support system but i do feel scared of the abnormalities the life finds here. I can see myself changing everyday with a different Kasme-vaade with myself and about my life. The beginning is crucial and also the matured learning of life, history, psychology, traditions, relations, society etc. Philosophy seems to be one of my favourites and hence i would like my films to be close to philosophical realism. Books are necessary as well as interaction with various lives. Lets see, i am working on a script, very sensitive, rural atrocities, human mind and much more. I'll start the shoot soon once i start finding it close to the earth
But i am happy, this phase is interesting not very pleasing though but i am learning...