Sunday, November 1, 2015


I am imperfect
I do make mistakes
Sometimes big
Sometimes small
Sometimes I hide
Afraid to lose respect n appreciation
I do make mistakes
I no longer punish myself
I no longer fall in ditch of guilt
I am ready to accept them
I am ready to wear consequences
I am ready never to repeat them
Not ready to chew them continuously n suffer
Not ready to stop flow of love
Not ready to disrespect me
I am imperfect

Overburdened with Spirituality

I observed that many times spiritual people including me get so overwhelmed with their wisdom n understanding of life that they start feeling, there can't be anything beyond their reach in human experience. Sometimes without feeling other person's heart n her being, they start pouring their experience n what is the right way of doing the things.
Many times, experienced spiritual people are so clouded in their own concepts that before other person open up, they start telling what they will be feeling.
I don't know what is the right way of sharing wisdom n experience with others but one criterion must be there...the willingness of other to receive.
Yesterday, when I poured my life wisdom without being sensitive that other person might not be willing n nobody likes free advice, it was really revealing to know that I started doing something which I don't appreciate in others...pouring their experiences on my head without feeling my energy space n willingness to receive at that moment.
My friends, in case, you become the target of my wisdom sometimes n you don't tune with it. Please remind me...we all are individual n have our own journey.
Yes...I do make mistakes :):)


You have come like a storm
Sweeping away all old in me
You have come like a fire
Burning away all false in me
Who are you?

You are not the love I knew
You have become part of me through eyes.
You live in me all the time
Is there something beyond love also?
When I fall,
You don't hold me
When I cry,
You don't give me your hand

Still I feel your presence protecting me all the time
Have I entered in some mystery with you?
I don't understand it
I don't know how to express it
I live it
I feel loved n nourished
But, can't say what it is.

Love for loved ones

Hard to accept
I am helpless
If seed of change is not there,
Nothing can be done
I see pain in my loved ones's eyes
I see the way to come out

My words will not reach them
My intentions are bound to be misunderstood

I listen them
I sense their despair
I shower my love
I share my smile

I no longer try to enlighten them
I keep quiet
I wait...
May be someday
Someone might ask
Where to start journey?
Till then...
I respect their freedom
I respect their choice of life
I respect their journey of growth
And trust mystery of universe.


One more time,
Flying in the sky

Don't know
Love for life
Or, someone has knocked my heart again

Only time can disclose the truth

Dreams do end
Bring back to ground
Life grows
Takes higher towards sky


I lived in an illusion of perfection
Realized very late
There is no perfect family
There is no perfect upbringing possible

Life is vast
Running in many dimensions
There is no way to judge anything

If mother is caring,
People have different difficulties,
If mother is insensitive,
People have different issue

Whatever is the case?
Every individual goes through challenges

I wish

I wish...
"To be" as it is with you.
Where I don't need to probe my worth
I don't need to hide my tears
I am not afraid to remain impotent sometimes

I am as I am
No layers imposed
My being expands in your presence
Becomes as delicate as it was born with.

Inner Space

There is a space inside
Which is untouched
Which is available to all
We get lost in outside
Get disconnected
Search our roots at wrong place

The day, we encounter it
We are liberated from slavery of the world.

Existence sharing...

My hands shake when I write
It's not 'me'
It's something else which writes through me
It's what...
Existence wants to share
I might not even know the meaning
I might not connect with it
I write as its wish

Nothing belongs to me
Even if I want,
I can't add anything
I can't change anything

It falls like a rain
It raises like a weave in ocean

Nothing belongs to me
I surrender
I trust
I drop my limitations
I allow existence to shower its love n wisdom
I am not the owner of anything I write
I am just a mediator conveying messages.

Dramas during travel in India

If I wear simple chudidhar or kurti, auto person, rickshaw person n hotel person treats differently. When I wear something with little bit hippie touch...May be just a long shirt on t-shirt or some gown with sunglasses...same are you madam...which country madam..please come madam. Once...just to be safe...I told wrong name n country to one photographer in kanyakumari n forgot about it. After 2 days, I saw some fellow running behind me n shouting...juile are you? do you remember me? Then I realized..ohhh..shit...he is calling me. I wanted to roll on road n laugh belly full but responded seriously..ohhh..yes..nice to see you again.
So many jokes happens all around all the time....when we are serious, our eyes forget playfulness n can't see the jokes happening in our lives n other lives..

Mystery of Varanasi...

Few days back, I felt Varanasi is calling me..for what I don't know but I felt the call to go n explore.
There were many reasons not to like Varanasi still I felt very comfortable walking around the city. City is quite dirty especially during the rain. There is cow dunk everywhere n dog's shit. People stand in middle of road n spit paan. For my own surprise, I was more comfortable than my own home town on streets. I didn't feel like entering into any temple. I didn't feel any interest in saints sitting around me. I didn't feel like checking Varanasi sarees or click photos or take a dip in Ganga. I just loved going around the city, have tea in mud cup n enjoy local chaats n sweets. And, look at the Ganga sitting at assi ghat especially in night when power would go off. I felt absolutely safe sitting in dark among strangers. Few times, I went n witnessed wonderful arti in evening on other ghats. 
I think this city has been helpful to enhance my trust in me where I totally followed my inner voice irrespective what other people were doing.
People were very helpful n truthful. I had really nice experience except few drank rickshaw men n a beggar in night :):).
I pray Varanasi manifest two things in future.
1) People say that your karma will be cleaned by taking bath in Ganga. Like most of you, I don't agree but I want to create different concept of cleaning karma in Ganga till people get awareness about truth of karmas :):)Whoever clean Ganga instead of making dirty..his negative karmas will be cleaned n personally, I think there are chances as you clean outside with devotion...inner cleaning also happens.
2) People of Varanasi understand that God just doesn't remain behind closed doors...sometimes (s)he would like to walk on congested streets n see around how people are living in Varanasi. I think we need to create a new God called "Clean Country God" who will live on streets not inside the religious structure in India :):):)

I am happy that I visited Varanasi n saw its beauty n uniqueness :):):)

Little play on the way...

Generally, I am truthful but sometimes, can't help to be playful...
While staying in a hotel in Varanasi, I wanted to go out at 5a.m. I tried to wake up the staff  who were all old people to open the gate but no one responded. I got an idea..went little far from reception n called on reception...after few calls..lazily one fellow came towards reception..I immediately cut the call...again called n cut it. By that time, old man was fully awake...I went and asked him..please open the gate. He asked me ...did you call? I said no n why will I call n rushed out of hotel :):)
Second incident, while coming back in train, I was on upper seat. In night, while drinking water...water bottle slipped from my hand n water went to middle n lower seat, I immediately went into sleeping posture. When someone turned on the light, I pretended to be in deep sleep. He didn't understand n turned off light:):):):)
I am sure...Allah..will not mind these little plays:):):)