http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?blogId=175 Dreams, wishes, fantasies, reverie and visions I live on an island In the middle of the ocean. I am happy and not at all Alone. I eat breadfruit and coconuts With the monkeys And listen as their elders Tell stories Of how they defeated the Pirates. I take bananas Without asking The gods. And I bathe in the warm waters Of the ocean. Together, The monkeys and I Explore the coastlines. And dive for pearls and Oysters. I sleep on a hammock In the eaves Of the trees In a treehouse With my monkeys. We Understand each other. I know their language. We are the same Because We obey the gods. And We know the ways Of the island. And no one Disturbs Us. We are happy. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=727&blogId=175 Sun, 08 Aug 2004 22:36:20 +0000 There is this empty feeling in my heart, a sinking feeling deep down my stomach. Do I really have nothing to live for? Do I even matter at all? Who am I? What am I? I try to escape into fantasy, away from reality. But it's no use and realities will soon catch up. I might as well surrender. But I won't and I'll keep on I'll walk by myself, with or without you. The friends I once had are gone Disappeared into the mists. Except you. Don't leave me. PS> When it comes to feelings, most of us don't know what to say. We don't know how to express our feelings in words, a simple skill to make beautiful things and to impress the one we love. We struggle hard to deliver the message that we have always wanted to say. We stumble to answer those questions, which we have always been asked. I was sitting idle in the morning. Just relaxing and playing a nice and smooth music. I was getting entranced by the soft tunes and was wondering what the music is trying to say. I could somehow integrate my own feelings with that music and the outcome was something beautiful, coming straight from my soul. The thoughts are remorseful, but real and hence precious. My feelings now free for you to read out. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=642&blogId=175 Fri, 30 Jul 2004 23:02:56 +0000 My heart is the seat of imagination, and that imagination is the authentic voice of my heart. I create the "real" the figures of the imagination, those beings with whom I sleep and walk and talk. I have a mode by which the images, which I believe I make up, are actually presented to me as not of my making, but as genuinely created, as authentic creatures. My heart is my humanity, my courage to live, my strength and fierce passion. My most noble virtues emanate from the heart: loyalty, heroic boldness, and compassion. My heart is my love, my feelings, and the locus of my soul and sense of person. It is the place of intimate interiority, where sin and shame and desire, and the unfathomable divine too, inhabit. To desire and to see through desire - this is the courage my heart requires. PS> This post looks like an unfinished one, but I have to surrender myself at this point of confession. It's a beautiful feeling when you can control your heart feelings and can use the strength to build your own self. But, what role does beauty play, when the heart feels the pain and the disgust? If beauty is not given full place in our work with psyche, then the soul's essential realization cannot occur. And hence, when we allow our captive heart to go its way and swim through its own illusions... we fall wrongly in love, delight in bad tastes, follow a false flag. Thus, for each of us to be "fair within", all we need is a CAPTIVE HEART. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=632&blogId=175 Thu, 29 Jul 2004 11:51:10 +0000 Comfort on difficult days,  Smiles when sadness intrudes,  Rainbows to follow the clouds,  Laughter to kiss your lips, Sunsets to warm your heart,  Gentle hugs when spirits sag,  Friendships to brighten your being, Beauty for your eyes to see,  Confidence for when you doubt,  Faith so that you can believe,  Courage to know yourself,  Patience to accept the truth,  And love to complete your life.   http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=621&blogId=175 Wed, 28 Jul 2004 11:57:28 +0000 Life stops if hopes die. We live and move on, just because of our dreams and hopes. This is fact and the reality. Does this mean we are never satisfied with what we have today? We yearn for more, aspire for a better life, which helps us to live? What is satisfaction? Is it such a dangerous thing, which, if we achieve, our life stops? If I lived in a world, with all what I want, all the people whom I love around me, all the nice things in life, would I be satisfied and would not desire a change in life? I still would! We are humans and we live for dreams. As the dreams come true, we enjoy them for some moment and start dreaming more http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=609&blogId=175 Tue, 27 Jul 2004 11:43:02 +0000