Why do we!!

Why do we,
allow ourselves to be punished?
letting our soul down,
and in a way ourselves

Why do we punish ourselves,
for the “wrongs we do”,
when the wrongs are apprently,
defined wrongly!!

Why cant we lift our head up,
and look up with no guilt bogging down.,
for we should be nothing but,
eternal energy playing around.

Why do we get entanlged,
in the web we weave,
from the birth, the time we come to earth,
till the time of our last breath!!

Why dont we stop once,
and look, just look,
to see the world,
the wonder that it is.

Why do we keep running,
on the path winding,
round and round,
till we pass the baton and wither away!!

Why do we ask questions,
when we dont need answers,
we only need support,
from the other questioners around!!

A day!


An early morning drive, Getting lost in the way,
A petrol station, Got re-direction.

Reached Protsmouth, follow directions,
to the Car ferry,for we wanted to take,
the car across.

No way!., said the man, at the ferry, for we had not,
booked in advance.,and cant take the car across.

Parked by the seaside, The port where it proclaimed,
British navy led by lord someone(nelson??!!), sank many enemy ships.

Got into the hovercraft, yet another marvel of human mind.,
a simple ride of 9 minutes, saw us in Ryde (isle of wight).

Unpacked sandwiches, munched on them,
with added coffee, and prayers for sun!!

Short glimpse of the beach, No train travel,
A family bus pass,To see whole island.

A good bus drive, came to Sandown,
a small town, by the side of the beach.

A long walk, to find the ideal place,
for Rashmi to sit, already occupied by,
a sold white brit!!
(whoo. it rhymed!!)

Rashmi and Zubin relaxed, Sagar and myself set out,
to find if we could, get into the sea.

The sea was cold, we took the walk,
a few photos here and there, and found the Jet bike hire.

to be or not to be., that was the question now,
after a lot of thought, I decided to face my fear.

I hired a jet bike, Setout to the deep sea,
alone, fear lurking in my eyes!!

Twenty minutes of joy, splashing through waves,
highspeed and fast turns, Sea was an open ground to play!!

Got drenched in the salty sea, wind rustling past me,
riding the waves, like a adventurer to be.

back from ride, a walk by seaside,
a change of clothes, and to the next beach.

On the way, a beautiful shop,
full of cretive ideas, marvels of human mind!!

Bus to shanklin, to a chipshop,
beans on toast, and portion of chips.

Back to beach, overlooking the cliff,
Beautiful place, glimpses of heaven on earth.

A walk here, a walk there,
We missed other part of the island, since we depended on bus.

back to Ryde, by takin bus ride,
an Icecream by seaside, and a short walk.

Hovercraft, brought us back,
to porsmouth, from where we left.

A short walk, to the carnival place,
and back to the car, munching hot chips.

A long drive back, three tired persons,
and a happy person, behind the wheels.

Sometimes, Indecision is the best decision that you can make…

So it was planning all day, whenever there was free time., and Rashmi was planning hard.. she was finding all the details possible for the Bank holiday weekend. The next Bank holiday will be in august, so we had decided to do something different this weekend.

We were planning to go to one of the beaches in UK.. so the options began with Brighton, then soon turned to Margate, and soon Camber sands also came into picture. We thought all the people will be coming, and it will be good fun with beach cricket and the like..

As the “Wonderfully planned trip”, that we had to embark came near, one by one opted out. I had no problem if anyone dont come, as I am always in my own world.. Rashmi coulndt take that lightly and she felt bad that the trip was not working out fine..

Solution.. a late night decision that we are going to “Isle of Wight.” A wonderful place, it said on the website, an island 13 by 23 miles wide, blessed with natural beauty, beaches covering everyside. Finally we decided, that we will be off to Isle of Wight.

Streams of thoughts

Streams of thoughts come over your shoulder and scream right into your ears. Even closing the ears wont help as then it starts to pierce the ear from inside. Unable to resist the flow of thoughts, humans sit there, being worked upon by mind. They are helpless, they just play games as the mind tells them. They realise, they are bound. The more they think they are free, the more entangled they become with the chains.

One human life and thought become insufficient to understand life. Moods become unexplainable, and we just live on.. Just like vegetables.. Some decide to change this, without realising that in the process they are only becoming sophisticated vegetables. We cling on to society, or we decide to stay away., the other lot look and laugh at both categories.. Little do they realise that they ought to laugh at themselves. People cling on to beliefs, Some believe and others believe in non-believing, yet another set laugh at these two, believers and non-believers and their ongoing fight, not realising that they haven’t got anything to cling to and the ground is fast slipping.

Every one walking on earth, following something, some times come someone, who creates something new to follow and people abound to blindly cling on to that thread. Survival seems to be the only necessity. From the time of birth, humans have nothing but something to cling on. Be it a hand, belief, society, family and that thing which he clings on becomes his umbilical cord of life.. no one dare cut that. No one is born. They just cling on, from one to another, for they are afraid to be born.

No one knows the truth.. Only stories about truth. Happy and content, people survive on that. No one wants to know the truth. If some one inquires about truth, he is losing the last thread of hope.. He starts falling., and he has to catch something to survive..


either this is no reality or everything is reality