Saturday, August 29, 2009
- 5:47 pm
"he is not famous. it may be that when his life at last comes to an end, he will leave no more trace of his sojourn upon this earth, than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water. yet it may be that the way of life he has chosen for himself may have an ever growing influence on his fellow men so that, long after his death perhaps, it may be realized that there lived in this age a very remarkable creature."
- r. somerset maugham,
the razors edge
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Saturday, August 01, 2009
- 11:51 pm
i dont believe it makes me real.
and i guess for a while, i've been lost because i couldn't figure out why things happen any more. so i'll go back to old times, and old writings to find myself again.
its dark here. the night sky is free from the clouds that more often then not do their best to dim her splendour and the warm beams emanating from the silvery moon are scattered by the leaves rustling softly in their midnight sussurus. so there are some memories that go on, and some that fade away but tonight is a night for quiet reminiscence; and a night to forget. a cat slinks by, purring softly as it smoothes its way through the velvet folds of darkness; padding by on dew kissed grass.
sometimes i think the night comes to give us all solace from the searing reality of day and give us peace from the various travails of mankind. night is a time of utter serenity (in the right places), whether you're sharing a steaming mug of cocoa with a friend down by starbucks, or simply out in a quiet place to revel in all its stark beauty as defined by what light the stars decide to dole out; or when they shine out bright on good days. good days, old love, new memories and glorious renewal; of the self, the soul and the being.
so lifes like that. its about the now and why and not the how and then. and its passing by so quickly you almost forget that you're moving along with it; and it makes me wonder if we'll remember all the good times we had and all the beauty around us in years to come. if we're lying dying and wondering 'have i really lived?', i hope i die smiling. i love my friends. you all know who you are.
life loves pulling these kinda stunts on you. you think you getting it bad and then realise that its not so bad because the wind will always hold you and the sky will always love you. because there is a meaning to things, there is, and never forget that its just beyond the horizon- and i am glad for that.
mamavatu sri sarasvati
so lets not forget about the really important things in life; the things that really matter- things that dont have to parade behind superficial masks of importance. lets remember that life is about so much more than this corporeal phantasm we'll never grasp; life is about beauty and passion, life is about love. lets think of the people suffering in palestine and israel and send them hope from our souls; because we have so much and they have so little.
and as we wind on down the road
our shadows taller than our souls
and now that night has slain our shadows,
lets be free
mamavatu sri sarasvati
kamakoti peta nivasini
komalakara saroja drita veena
seematita vara vak
vibhushani
rajadiraja poojita charane
rajiva nayane
ramaniya vadane
sujana manorata poorana chature
nijaguna shobhita manimaya haare
ajabhava vandinta
vasudeva
charanarchita sakala veda sara
-susheela raman-
stairway to heaven
fin