Let the letter go!!!!

They all seem to be happy and excited in the start. The start was good. Slowly and steadily each one had their turn. To kill the excitement. The excitement turned into sarcasm and then to dull dismal spirit eventually to loathe. They all stood there frowning at each other as I looked on smiling. Fake sympathy flowed so rhetoric of commitments. The dejected faces and the hostile demeanor gave them that sinful bliss. Restless on the seat and the day through out they kept the topic on fire. "It's unfair justice to me" some one would say. I wondered if its unfair how come its justice? They rebuked they reproached.
An unhappy flow of living man gathered, and recited the anthem of false hood. I was asked if I am happy, I replied "Hum to nappy main bhi happy" (Come on let the letter go. U are happy. You are getting more than what you have. Reason to smile). It was the day we got the salary appraisal letters. :)

Truly
Abinash

The day was on my side

I looked at her. Again. A smile ran through my eyes reaching beyond the feeling. The bright stern face, the glittering eyes and the dangling earing creating a rhythm. The lips half open. And pink. I realized how pink did pink looked.
She unaware of my glare at her turned her back on me. Again. But the hairs with an aroma and shine were still worth watching. I kept my gaze on. The morning seemed to be on my side. She turned a little pretending almost trying to avoid an eye contact. But it was an eye contact. I still hold the gaze. She smiled from the corner of her eyes. Almost realizing I was waiting for it.
The saw the fingers with pink gel. Straight and agile. Even they spoke like her eyes. I moved on. Again. And the day came to an halt. The day was on my side. I earned this beauty. I earned her smiling eyes that day.

Truly
Abinash

Viveka nanda on Maya

The eternal words of truth uttered with eternal faith by a legendary saint Swami Vivekananda:

In one of his lectures in California, the swami described about his condition during wandering days as follows:

“

Many times I have been in the jaws of death, starving, footsore, and weary; for days and days I had no food, and often could walk no farther; I would sink down under a tree, and life would seem to be ebbing away. I could not speak, I could scarcely think, but at last the mind reverted to the idea: "I have no fear nor death; never was I born, never did I die; I never hunger or thirst. I am It! I am It! The whole of nature cannot crush me; it is my servant. Assert thy strength, thou Lord of lords and God of gods! Regain thy lost empire! Arise and walk and stop not!" And I would rise up, reinvigorated; and here I am today, living! Thus, whenever darkness comes, assert the reality and everything adverse must vanish. For after all, it is but a dream. Mountain-high though the difficulties appear, terrible and gloomy though all things seem, they are but Maya. Fear not, and it is banished. Crush it, and it vanishes. Stamp upon it, and it dies.

”

Lakshya Ki Talaash mein - Reposted

I had written it on Thursday, October 26, 2006
Dont know why fely like posting it again and here it goes.
Lakshya Ki Talaash mein......
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Ujjwal aasmaan mein,
Ek tim tima ta taara tha,
Use dekh har roz mera dil soche,
Kya ye meri taraf koi ishara thaa,
Yun to taare bahat hai aasman mein,
Par wohi taare pe kyun lage hai man,
Jis din dhake aasma badal se,
Udaasi saa lage ye jiban.

Par yun to ishwar ne banaye hain taare asma ke liye,
Is dharti pe rehke mein unko kya paao ,
Nih sabda swapna se mein kya laon.

Yun to ishwar ne he isara diya,
Taaron ke liye tumhe chunaa hai aasman,
Jaana hai gagan k us paar aur banana hai pehchaan.
Tabhi mein samjha kya woh ishara thaa ,
Jo mere liye ek tim tima ta tara tha.
Ab manjil ki he samajh mujhko, jana hai bahat duur,
Us aasman ko chuonga mein , gagan k par bhi jaaunga mein.
Ab raste ki hai pehchaan mujh ko, jo bhram mein gaya tha bhool.

Ab apni khud ki samajh hai mujh ko, jise samjha tha meine dhool.
Pakad hai majboot abhi, lakshya nishaane par,
Bas dekhna hai dum hai mujhmein kitna wahan pahanch pane par.
Ishwar ki is prakruti ne sikhaya bahat kuch hai,
Ab dekhna hai meine sikha kya hai?

Jis lakshya ke liye hai janm mera, ushe safal prabal kar jaana hai mujhe,
Bahak gaya tha taare ko dekh kar, ki har subah ek ujjal suraj bhi hai.