Three Things

Of three things I am absolutely sure of

1. Work is secondary, having a life is more important. I will not let my job define me.
2. Money can't buy happiness for me, I need to look elsewhere. Maybe money can get me some of those things that makes me happy, but so far, it has been disappointing.
3. Love conquers all. I won't stop loving even if it kills me.

Tryst with Tyranny

Perhaps I would not call it 'tyranny' but, yes, it has been a hard time. I am exhausted both mentally and physically. To be alert all the time, to be always on the lookout, to be ever in attention, to be physically present, mentally there, an keep frothing forth words of wisdom. Is that what life is all about?

Dear Reader, all I ask for, in life, is to have a quiet, normal and peaceful life. Is that too much to ask for? Have I no right to wish something for myself? But no, I have to always keep my eyes open, to always look right and left, with a feeling of being targeted and preyed upon. Is this the life I asked for?

The answer does not come that easily. And I am not sure if it will ever come; with whatever knowledge I have, along with the EYE that SEES, I can only steer myself from all these things, and hide in a cocoon of my own formation.

But is that what I really want? And does anyone knows what they really want? Perhaps some enlightened soul does, but when I look around, everyone is as it should be - full of ignorance and uncertainty. If we know all the answers, then what is the meaning of living? If we have already discovered the meaning of life, what is the purpose of living at all!

The Road ahead and the road behind

The Road ever goes on an on,
right from the door it starts
and leads to other roads.
And I with weary feet,
tread upon these roads,
footprints that I follow,
footprints that I left behind.
Fellow travelers that I met,
One dearer than the next,
but must always part
when the road divides.
And wither then? I do not know.

A turning in life

There are times when life screams with the sheer heaviness of melancholy, and the feeling of loneliness arose to such height that you feel utterly forlorn and lost. And at such times only I must be strong. But valour first needs a strength and then a weapon. But when all hope is thus lost, where shall I find strength? And where shall I look for a weapon? The rusty axe have served me well, and now must retire; the courage, now too frail, cannot rise to hope.

Of 3 scores and 10, 50 more to go, and with weary feet must I pursue? Must I stay? And when all things seems utterly lost, and when the end beyond all means is looming, then and now I must despair. The old that is strong does not wither, they say; aye, it is true, but they do turn into stone, forever carven and set on solid earth.

Life, its fervid autumn heat wasted, must now pass on to the desolate winter, from where shall pass on the next great journey...


A flash of light
A myriad of colour
Of loud bangs and sudden disappearances

Where went the youth? Ask of the wind and the sun and the moon, but tell no tales of the youth. Where now is he?

What it is to die and live again? A blossoming of heart, a glimmer of hope, so bright was it, as if, Earendil, the evening star, most beloved of the elves have come down to rest upon there.

With eager feet I must now follow, and take some longer road, where then, I cannot say.