Tuesday, October 2, 2012

An update to readers here

One thing is becoming clearer day by day - the more serious  i get about writing, the less i am writing. I mean my personal writings - kind of mastering self censoring. The writer's bane, and a reader's boon!? :) 

Anyway, so all these long blah blah blogs are losing significance. Only Abstract Deductions blog will be operative until I find anything significant to write here. My problem, though. 

Working on some short stories, scripts etc...might not even see the light of day, but glad it scrapes the rust off - a welcome change from the jaded monotones that creeps in.

& to my own surprise I have a Facebook page -  tidbits, short poems, photographs, music, quotes and such i love to share. 

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Liver of Life!

"Life loves the liver of it" - Maya Angelou

With great respect to Maya Angelou while taking the meaning of it in true spirits, but it had me thinking of "the liver" for a while....my focus was more on mind and heart, when i thought of life...

Recently met someone, after may be over 25 years, who had a liver transplant - amazing to see his love for life....when it was about to slip through!

Love your life...live it! 
Take care of what you eat, and drink!

Yeah- Sunday Morning Gyan!

Friday, September 21, 2012

Laughing, for no reason?

‘how you feeling today’ he asked 
with an accustomed kindness, 
but a vexing question
on a Tuesday morning
for any one carrying on with the humdrum
of everyday life, and the corollary
of a Monday night fever
deader than yesterday, so more alive, I said
forgetting  my usual smile
I think I heard a snort – a limp snort,
but what was in it
for me to laugh?  

Again, a photo by myself....from my balcony- was it a Tuesday morning? I don't seem to remember. If the weather is normal, it looks almost the same...except for the cloud patterns in the sky, and may be the shade of the sky.

After a viral fever which took over 12 days to subside, it is good to feel alive...but both Suresh and me seem ageing awfully fast- how else to tackle, but laugh!?   

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Reading Kabir

this eternal quietude,
the music that fills the sky
within ~ sunrise or is it sunset?
or is it moonset?
what time is it-
day or is it night?
life or is this death?

the skies,
the bird within had sought
was always there, is there 


kaun murali sabd sun anand bhayo ~

WHAT IS THAT flute whose music thrills me with joy?
The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root;
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?

satgur soi daya kar dinha ~      

IT IS THE MERCY of my true Guru that has made me to know the unknown;
I have learned from Him how to walk without feet, to see without eyes, to hear without ears, to drink without mouth, to fly without wings;
I have brought my love and my meditation into the land where there is no sun and moon, nor day and night.
Without eating, I have tasted of the sweetness of nectar; and without water, I have quenched my thirst.
Where there is the response of delight, there is the fullness of joy. Before whom can that joy be uttered?
Kabir says: 'The Guru is great beyond words, and great is the good fortune of the disciple.'

 kahain Kabir vicar ke

KABIR PONDERS and says: 'He who has neither caste nor country, who is formless and without quality, fills all space.'
The Creator brought into being the Game of Joy: and from the word Om the Creation sprang.
The earth is His joy; His joy is the sky;
His joy is the flashing of the sun and the moon;
His joy is the beginning, the middle, and the end;
His joy is eyes, darkness, and light.
Oceans and waves are His joy; His joy the Sarasvati, the Jumna, and the Ganges.
The Guru is One: and life and death, union and separation, are all His plays of joy!
His play the land and water, the whole universe!
His play the earth and the sky!
In play is the Creation spread out, in play it is established. The whole world, says Kabir, rests in His play, yet still the Player remains unknown.

~ Kabir, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore http://www.tagoreweb.in/

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Saturday, July 21, 2012

For a change~ Laugh your hearts out (then think?)

Yes a calm  morning...Thinking of God, this ( a mail i received this week) came up. I guess a hearty laugh on a Sunday morning would go a long way for the week. They say:

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While swinging between inspiration and frustration - You are left with two options. Either to laugh away, or pull your own hair. Not always possible, but I prefer the first! And,You?

Friday, July 20, 2012

On Dreams

I shall wish you sweet dreams,
for the night, the best 
of all dreams for the day  
but, my child, know
dreams are dangerous stuff,
it could waken you
and leave you  
sleepless, restless ~

know your dream,
before you dream
dreams are such dangerous stuff,
dreams realised~  a moment of glory
then, just as mundane

best of all dream
dream for the beauty 
of dreaming
dream like a butterfly
in a mundane world

~ All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together~ Jack Kerouac

~ All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.~ T. E. Lawrence

And the verse, just my view! 

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Saturday, July 7, 2012


sometimes our lives
like the mountains
on guard, watching
as the world streams by

sometimes our lives
like the streams
in tears, flowing
as mountains slide past

destined to carry it all
not looking back
embracing within
yet, letting it all go 

confronting the future
the reality, like the birds
smoothing the ruffled feathers
after the wind, for another


at times we wish our lives
just be, like the flowers
smiling, in the sunlight
as the breeze tickles by

‘You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.’ ~  Henry David Thoreau 

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