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Sunday, June 13, 2010

wavering winds of wits

i am mapping my emotions again...blank,thought,blank,thought, blank, thought...thought, thought, thought...then the mind refuses to differentiate between meditation and commotion. Meditation is something for the confused, commotion is this confused person in a state of peace.i find myself somewhere in between these two posts.

i drove from Patparganj to Vasant Kunj, the a/c in the car does not in order to compliment the soothing heat that balms your skin, soothens your eyes and wrinkles your thoughts for the whole drive. i enjoyed the drive because my mind was somewhere else, not on the roads or the passerby or the accompanying vehicles. i woke up in fits of awareness(s), realising that i had been driving with the subconscious...hands on the wheels, feet on the pedals, eyes on the road...mind-somewhere else. i wonder how this marvellous feat resides under my doormat?? a surreptitious breeze of human achievement claps my senses, i am human.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

lurking anxiety, fixing minds


I have come home. i thought that i d be away from the angst of the anxieties caused by the discontents of mind and maybe the body. i believe that i have been a traveller where the path does not decide what you see, its your mind that rubs your body with the dusts of the sand beneath your feet. i bust my thoughts, but they still come back to me, i never think they are willing to abandon the premise of my own uncertainties.
i attain blankness in veneers. i meet them in between despair and meditation. i am home now, after a stay away from my woods. i thought home would be beyond the miseries of an uncertain mind. but alas!!home comes and there you find your own thoughts trapped. you have arrived, welcome home!!!