Wonder Notes

"After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet,sparkling with color,bountiful with life.Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble,an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked- as I am surprisingly often-why I bother to get up in the mornings.To put it in the other way round,isn’t it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born?Who,with such a thought,would not spring from bed,eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it?"

-Richard Dawkins in "Unweaving the Rainbow-Science,Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder"

During a read some lines brush my mind and disappear and some like these stay and kindle.Ideas creep in and time runs bizarre while I discover the little and big things within and out.It feels wonderful to face myself with honesty and ask what,why and how am I doing in all this living.There is always a good share between those wild shower and the happy feather moments.I make mistakes,I learn,I better as long as I am here.And like the past few mornings I guess I am going to wake up with this beautiful thought for a long time to come.

-R.

Story

 

'Never give up on something that you cannot go a day without thinking about'

Everything is possible is what I convince myself when I have to push my mind through an extra hour of study every night.There are times when I get completely out of the plot, a basic human tendency of procrastinating issues that matter the most.Some days I feel good when I read subjects that have always been my favorites but then I tend to overlook those weaker sections, the ones which I need to work on.Everything is important is what I try to convince myself again.It is difficult.

I am not a nerd.I say this unlike a bunch who know me quite well few days ago very contradictorily  mentioned,maybe because there is really nothing else that I reflect right now.I cannot prove this to anyone.I read because life demands and this is how it always will be.I am glad.Over and again it feels like a mad race but this is something which I will never give up,some other desires that I might as well bury.I spend hours with my books realizing how little I know and get to learn something new each day.

There are people, things and occasions that I have to let go for a while.I cannot keep pace and catch anything that is going around.It is amusing to see folks at home trying hard to obey the rules of silence that I prefer, then there are a few courageous ones who bear my swinging temperament.My only solace is that they know and wonderfully understand where this effort can take me.Sincere apologies to all the ones who matter.

There are things good and aplenty that I wish to and can do, alone and with the world.Places that I want to visit.Strangers that I want to know.In the coming springs maybe.For now, I am writing my story.


-R.

Relax

Hobbes: I really am tired, I deserve a break.Don't I?

Calvin: Relax.

Hobbes: I am not feeling well,but I am a strong tiger.I really am.Achoo.Ain't I???

Calvin: Relax

Hobbes: Boy,by the way have you done your assignments?

Calvin: Relax

Hobbes: Am I asking you a lot of them,I mean questions?

Calvin: Relax

Hobbes: Am I just a stuffie or do you think there is something more to me?

Calvin:Relax

Hobbes:If one fine day you stop imagining me what will become of me?

Calvin: Relax

Hobbes: You will not do that right,Calvin?

Calvin: Relax

Hobbes: Or will you?

Calvin: You!You silly foolish tiger!!!

Hobbes:Run....

PS: Thank you Mr.Watterson.

Beyond The Edge

Waves come afloat and kiss my feet.Pebbles of white hug them from beneath.I stand here looking at the lone gull dare and plunge into the sky and wonder did I walk enough to reach here and will I some more,right now without really knowing why.

A place of which I blissfully and ignorantly feel a part is right here,where everything that belongs to my land begins and ends.An unpredictable edge calls me near and I walk into the blue waters till I reach knee deep.I close my eyes and for a while my heart dives in a boundless world with a new joy that I find.

High tides strike hard in a second,I wake up and stop.I timidly look back at the far lands which fought with the sea,the brown rocks that stood undaunted and turned into grains of sand.And then I see the little light on the roof top of my home.It seems far now,really.Frightened and tempted I take a few steps back and run towards where I think I truly belong.

I wish I can go away one day and find those treasures unseen.I wish to cross my love and fears and make them my strength.I wish I can walk over those conflicts on shore that have the privilege of tearing my desires apart.I wish to have a strong ship,a perfect map and a willful heart.And then one day I shall sail and conquer.

What is life then,without a little adventure???

A Flight Of Light

A night of songful silence and he heard someone speak

Came a flint of light fluttering through the window creek

The dark skies so did turn this day happy and yellow bright

Chased and caught,now laid cupped in his little palms tight

A whisper sang again to let her fly in the world far and free

Would he let go this wonder,the only he did in his life see

Spelled and singed,she slept in a new hope and peace sore

Little did they both know,she cannot burn or fly anymore.

-R.

Indigo Dreams

A blithe of green lives in my heart with some desert blue

Aloof alone and away in glee to the boundless skies I flew

In a new world of light at times a brave darkness does seep

Words old and new that I own in a brood are left to keep

Colours of joy and gain are many to shade if comes grief

A little dew is what my earth needs to sprout that new leaf

For the strength of my spirit in the Lord and for goodness I pray

With the thundering winds then I make friends when they bolt my way

Tunes in a flight of cheer I wish to make with no keys or strings

For someone of my kind in a far paradise,ripples of smiles it brings

Blessings best is one gift for many a life that I carry with pride along

 I am me,I am the happy bunting,I am a tiny bird with a big song.

Life And Seasons

Exhausted.The feeling does creep in sometimes especially when everything seems to happen despite no prejudiced predictions.Spring flowers that please the eyes and blue skies that roof the world are no longer beautiful.

A time of curtained happiness that is too hard to unveil.Beyond the silence is a yearning tone calling the heart and asking it to walk on the trail.At times it crawls and falls and more often it runs and wins.

There are moments of freeze in the journey when it feels the present, learns from the past and contemplates the times ahead.Sometimes it gets different,it speeds in a mad rush and is very uneasy to stop.

However it goes able is the one which gets to walk on the desired road and be humble with each stranger that life throws in there with a tumble.The most joyous and ultimate act of which is to live.Nothing ceases until the spirit of being does.

Autumn falls and winter breaks,

Life gives you all that it takes.

  "I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."- Jack London.


-R