Apr 21, 2017

"ME" my first love

“We can all choose to stay with our first love, the one that looks good and will make everyone else happy. We can choose to stay with our second under the belief that if we don’t have to fight for it, then it’s not worth having—or we can make the choice to believe in the third love. The one that feels like home without any rationale; the love that isn’t like a storm—but rather the quiet peace of the night after.”  - www.consciousreminder.com
Read this today in an article which talked about the different kinds of love we experience in life and what each of them mean. I have realized that I have experienced two types of love in my life. The first one which I did not understand, and the second one which I fought for thinking that it was the love of my life. Honestly the one that I would love to feel is the love which actually “which isn’t like storm, but rather a quiet peace after. Love which feels like home”.

Where your heart, mind and soul is at ease. Which feels a part of you. Something that comes to you naturally. Where you don’t change as individual, but coexist like the moon and the sun. Like the earth and sky. So much together but yet so independent. I remember I was talking to a friend about something similar and he said “The right person or ‘The person’ for you is the one with whom you feel empowered and not bog downed”. So true, someone who appreciates you for who you are, and not for who you can become.  Not something they want you to become. It all about being in this moment and this space, about what you are right now at this very moment. And someone you can become tomorrow morning.

Is it really possible to accept someone for what they are? Or is it a utopian idea to love someone as they are? With all their negatives and positives, with all theirs flaws. Is it really possible?? We as individuals are so critical about ourselves. We constantly keep modifying ourselves to fit into someone’s definition of right. I would say why do we do that to us? The only way we can accept someone for who they are is if we first accept the way we are. If we start loving ourselves first. Stop being so critical, stop trying to be the right one. Cause the definition of right can never be right for two people. So why not love ourselves unconditionally, why not enjoy the joy of being loved for what we are.

“Then any other love that comes along would be cherry on already iced cake.” (read it somewhere)

I am working on making myself as my first love, rest can just follow.

Feb 9, 2016

from my train window

Fat tree, thin tree, no leaves tree..
Where is the trunk tree, short tree, oh my god huge tree…
No no don’t worry. This isn’t my horrible attempt at writing a poem about trees. I am writing this while seated in the train travelling home. And yet again my train journey inspired me to write.
As usual I end up sitting in the door watching the world pass by. Its beautiful what all we get to see. Like an art exhibition. One canvas after the other. Each more creative, more fascinating than the previous. Its like marathon of colors. Every crop, every field , every tree with its unique tone. Hues of green, yellow, orange. All possible shades one can imagine. The moment you think you saw it all, totally new shade will surprise you. The shade card doesn’t stop there; sky isn’t far behind mother earth. It will show you stunning tones of crystal clear blue to blazing yellow, tranquil deep orange. The transformation of the of palate will leave you dazed.
That not it what you get to see. You would get to witness the inspirations of an artist. The small temple sitting quietly along the canal.  A peacock in its full glory walking in the meadow. Small well along with ladies clad in colorful drapes. The village school next to the tracks. It’s so close, every time the train passes by, kids wave cheerful goodbyes. Bullock cart and the clinging bells. One giant neem tree sitting in the midst of a farm. As the protector of realm. That lone white bird in the backdrop of lush green. The shepherd looking over his flock sitting under the tree.
Today I got to see something new. The entire farm on fire, they do it after harvest. To end the last crop and begin the new one. The blaze were so high , I could feel the heat sitting so far away. Also got to see sunset. The sun transformed itself from bright orange to soothing red dot. It was so serene so beautiful. I forgot to to take a picture. But then I realized my camera lens won’t do justice to it. To the painting no artist can portrait.  At that moment I thought to myself…
Everything has an end, for something more beautiful to begin.

Reminds me of a rhyme I wrote once..
“at last goes the sun..
its not the end..

new era has begun..”