Words

 whenever our words just fall into the present. Something beautifully creative happens within us at that moment''--i read this sentence from a blogger 

i now control myself ---i was trying to blurt out my loads of ''great'' opinions,

mostly based on past , trying to ask more from the blogger in ''future'' blogs ,

yes, now i see ,the present, what is happening to me now in reading the blog,

my speed is reduced, as if slow cycling,

trying to balance past and future in the present 

still,

now i realize ,

now after typing above ,

my past sneaked in --

my comparing with my ''past'' experience of slow cycling

----i am helpless , what a habit!! , cannot avoid it for a moment ??!!

 

 Words  

Your ''a few words'' are enough for me ,

they are just simple rays of light passing thru me, the prism, come out as 7 colors  penetrating me, the cloud,

appear as rainbow

ringing in my ears , the bell,

hum the omkar entering in me,

the kaleidoscope, produce countless patterns going deep within me, a cave, make me echo back cajoling me,

the veena, makes me to flow in ragas they

stir my silence, make me to thunder

 they turn my exuberant verbose into dumbness"

"The rays lighten me, a room, shows all the hidden treasure

cleanse all the accumulated debris and dirt

and expose all my good and bad make me bare my heart and mind"

"No veena wants to be resting in silencebut waits for gentle cajole from a master vynik’s presence to make it sing, dance, with nonchalance it says let us fly and enjoy, come, why wait for wings to come,you are my wings no wait any more in the wings for things and zings"

    Love

 we love one or a thing , since we glimpse a degree of perfection in them if not we do not love

hence in the world both love hate do exist

"That heck itself is the thinnest ray of beauty, perfection, goodness [ sathyam shivam sundaram ]which reaches the heart directly , opens its gates, without your knowledge/effort

 

suddenly you find you are in the moon light, you find you have fallen in love with that thing or that someone or that some talk or anything whatever you loved , may not be equally loved by all , those few are the luckiest, who are selected by that light to dance upon them