Utopia

You know memory is a funny thing.  I don't know whether this happens with you or not,  but when I was in the scene with someone I had hardly paid it any attention. By meaning of  scene I mean the moment. So when I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention. Attention to the surroundings.  But now only the memories of the surroundings have left. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that after so many years, I would recall these memories in such details. Yes i am talking about those first-time kind of memories with your loved one . I didn't give a damn about the surroundings that day .  Maybe I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful person walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together ,and then about myself again. I was at that age, that time of life in when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, To me....

There was a time whenever the rain happens, it used to bring some pain for me. Running from it going inside and drawing my curtains, but even indoors there was no escape from petrichor (the earthly scent after rain). It filled everything from the ground up. But the only thing the smell of rain brought to mind for me that time was a decaying stink. Shut in behind my curtains, I used to feel a violent loathing for rain. I hate it what the rain had in store for me; I hated the dull, throbbing ache it aroused inside me. I had never hated anything in my life with such intensity. Walking beneath The rain, I could hardly hear what people said to me and they had just as much trouble catching anything I had to say. My whole body felt enveloped in some kind of membrane, cutting off any direct contact between me and the outside world. I couldn't touch “them”, and “they” couldn't touch me.  I was utterly helpless and as long as I remained in that state, “they” were unable to re...

“Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives,  BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish.  Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot.  There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”                                    ~CHARLES BUKOWSKI ( from “ WOMEN ”) I can’t help but think how each one of us deals with pain. How each person feels on the inside, how much it hurts…  I’m not talking about a specific thing, like love or loss. I’m talking about pain.  Simple as that.  Some people feel pain all the time, some people don’t,  but at some point in our lives all of us have felt it. I’ve come to the conclusion that my pain is not different from your pain… maybe I feel it because I’ve just lost someone close to me, maybe you feel ...

(in frame MR.Lalchand) It has been almost 4 years of friendship mate.  I still remember the day you met me for the first time, seeing you seemed hungry  and looking for food that day made me stop by you.  It was my good luck that I passed by you that day and without even touching you, I just only imitate  Rubbing your head.  It was my birthday that day and some good food was prepared at home.  I did not understand till today, that affection you showed me just by the imitation. I did not even touched you and yet you were filled with utmost adrenaline and happiness all of sudden. Nobody could judge your hunger that time by just watching you .  Where did  that energy and trust came from mate?? Without even expressing myself to you,  you already understood that I am asking you to walk  home with me. I do not think that ,  humans can ever find the source of your trustfull nature and unconditional love.   Such blind trust ...

One day i was listening to the coldplay with my earphones on. And after scientist song ended, suddenly the tittle track called “ kaleidoscope” from the kaleidoscope album of Coldplay started playing.  The lyrics were so soothing and sort outed already ,just lureed me into the deep thinking State of mind. Lyrics were, “This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor Welcome and entertain them all! Be grateful for whoever comes Because each has been sent as a guide” which  made me think about the inspiration behind the album created by coldplay. I wonder whose thoughts were these/?? So i did some research about the idea behind the making of kaliedoscope. Surprisingly i found out that, Chris Martin was heavily influenced by the Persian poet called    “ Rumi ” , who helped him with the ongoing divorce in his life and the sickness called love.   So I rushed to the l...