Whispering Shadow

Those are the good years The ones in which you Learn to run You fall, your recover quickly and run again Like a reset button in a car racing game Those are the good months The ones in which you Travel places Meeting people, soaking cultures Like a sponge Those are the good weeks The ones in which you Meet your loved ones Feeling pampered, getting spoiled rotten Like a prince or a princess Those are the good days The ones in which you Don't wake up to an alarm Remembering your dream Like the visions of another life Those are the good hours The ones on which you Spend dedicated time with your music Humming along, feeling the rhythm Like a meditating yogi Those are good moments The ones in which you Experience the first rains Transforming the world around you Like a flick of a wand on Cinderella Those are good blog posts The ones in which you Philosophize casually Making silly comparisons Like someone who is not you ;)

I love listening to music on my iPod while looking out of the window of a vehicle. The ability to set the tone to a mundane scene of city hustle bustle is empowering. The reason for the empowerment is abstract though (as always is the case with my posts :-P) Only God can use the play, rewind, forward, pause and stop buttons of life. How you want to perceive life around you is only your prerogative. Someone else is listening to a different score on your life too. Thus, feel free to indulge in this harmless pleasure and amuse thy self. The truth is incomplete without your interpretation.

lim·bo The abode of unbaptized but innocent or righteous souls, as those of infants or virtuous individuals who lived before the coming of Christ. A region or condition of oblivion or neglect: Management kept her promotion in limbo for months A state or place of confinement. An intermediate place or state. The state of my life Notice definition number 5. This is the one place I hate being and that is exactly where I am. I am a big rock in a gushing stream, being subjected to a constant erosive force of the water, until it wears it out so much that it cannot hold on its own. The current is deceptive. From the outside, I seem in control. I seem strong, apparently directing the flow of the stream. On the inside, I know I am stranded and tired. It is not the one big knockout punch but the many tiny needles that the cold water pierces through my layers. It is loosening me up layer up by layer, till I become nothing but particles of sand and dust in the stream, like the million others there ...

Dear Shadow, At the very outset, let me wish you an awesome but belated sixth birthday! Apologies for missing out on the celebrations but hell, it was the first time this happened. I will not make excuses seeking forgiveness nor do I promise it won't happen again. All I can say is you have been missed. I have had my reasons to stay away. Firstly, there has been a paucity of interesting day to day experiences that trigger a creative thought. Work is not what you discuss when you are taking a break from work. Secondly, there has been a dearth of aesthetic experiences that are a stimulus to positive emotional expression. My camera has captured whatever few there have been. I have set even higher standards for you as the years have passed and have not found inspiration that gives me such a quality output. The initial apology also does not mean I am going to come back to you more often now. As long as the above reasons remain, I will be doing gross injustice to you. What I can promise...

We travel in the fast lane. We work. We work a lot. Not that we do it for nothing- some yearn, some earn, some learn. Working is good but conditionally, the condition being you are doing what you love to do. With most of us, we don't know what we love. By the time we do, it is too late to take that path. We then end up making what we do, what we love to do. There is no questioning that - compromises are inevitable and for some, permanent. While our lives revolve around work, we lose touch with our ability to follow our gut in matters not related to work. We begin to build a cage of comfort and security around ourselves. By the time we realize we are caged, it is too late. We have neither the courage nor strength to break free. We can either get depressed about it or work on building the courage and strength. And where do we find them both? The answer lies in creativity. The best creator is perhaps God and nature is his magnum opus. Not many of us have the eye for the lessons hidden...

You walk at a constant pace For you do not race You walk without friends or enemies You wait for none You walk on only one path You see no other way You walk in one direction Neither you look behind nor waiver You walk unstoppably You have no traction You walk in the present You define the past and future You walk apparently faster or slower But the frame of reference is you You walk for eternity Eternity is your boundary You walk with many names Most famously known as 'Time' PS: Just when I thought this blog was dead, I found inspiration. Writing has become impossible considering life as it is now.

You keep on running, You keep on tiring, For the miles gone by Leave you sore. Yet you go on Cause for the miles to come May have major milestones in store. You keep on fighting, You keep on hurting, For every bout Leaves you a scar. Yet you go on Cause for the battles you lose Courage you may have won. You keep on earning, You keep on losing, For everything once lost Leaves you less richer. Yet you go on Cause all that you have lost May be what you have never wanted. You keep on running; You keep on tiring; You keep on fighting; You keep on hurting; You keep on earning; You keep on losing; Yet you go on living In a hope that in the end Your dream will materialize. A purpose to your life You will realize.