Life Evolves, Memories Not

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

― John Banville, The Sea

Good times, when they are gone

Leave a sweet taste behind

Alive still, still in my heart

Like a story in rewind

Collapsed bridge long back

Gone days never come back

Little of me still attached

Those voices and sounds

Little of me still cares

If things are still around

Fossilized memories

Unwashed imprints

They remain, always

A good kind of pain

World is in flux

Always changing

Life evolves

Memories not.

Borderlines- A World Of Unfree

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

In the world of highways, a beautiful landscape means: an island of beauty connected by a long line with other islands of beauty. How to live in a world with which you disagree? How to live with people when you neither share their suffering nor their joys? When you know that you don’t belong among them? Our century refuses to acknowledge anyone’s right to disagree with the world. All that remains of such a place is the memory, the ideal of a cloister, the dream of a cloister.

The majority of people lead their existence within a small idyllic circle bounded by their family, their home, and their work... They live in a secure realm somewhere between good and evil. They are sincerely horrified by the sight of a killer. And yet all you have to do is remove them from this peaceful circle and they, too, turn into murderers, without quite knowing how it happened.

~Milan Kundera

Borderlines
Where do I draw the lines?
Of freedom and its confines
Is it blurred?
Bedimmed as it seems to me
Or is it zagged?
As Life is supposed to be?

Many came and chalk talked about you
You, I studied and watched endlessly
Brute Borderlines
Why you are still a mystery to me?
Instilling a streak of fear
Yet sometimes
You do scent like security

Sweet Surety
Why you are so full of ennui?
Like a lone filament in a bubble
Glows of bond and immunity
Are you a noble thing?
Stringed to me as my sanctuary
Or it’s just me with my fickle fancy?

Borderlines, shed this obscurity
Before Me
Undrape the Babe of Reality

CHAOS

According to the Oxford Dictionary 'Chaos' literally means- A state of extreme confusion and disorder. Extreme randomness.....too random to make any sense. Don't think even for a second that Random Scribblings is  going for the same extreme randomness :P  I'm writing all this in full sense and not at any ungodly hours but at 6.00 PM in the evening. 

By 'chaos' here I mean the anxiety, the uncertainty,  the possibility and probability of newness. The puzzled and qualmish state (in good sense) to experience something out of box. Things beyond the floors and ceilings. A phase of boundlessness and no-limits.

What’s this miraculous hack?

It’s a simple one: let go. Let go of control and allow yourself to be swept away by the powerful currents of life. Let go of planning and embrace not know what will happen. Let go of productivity and be open to new ideas, new opportunities, spontaneous creativity. 

A place to go

where I've never been before.

Butterflies fluttering inside

eager to know what's outside. 

Not a moment of silence 

just the noise and urge 

to take more, to see more 

feeling of elation and devour. 

Fragrance of inspiration

scope of novel creations. 

Possibility of exploring 

a treasure

with just bare hands. 

Feasibility of fabricating 

a castle with 

pebbles and dry sand.

Leave behind the 

monsters of details.
Let the veil of odds unveil.
Make the things slide
For a moment of change.
Let them derail.
One step forward from
this era of pre-defined 'Time'
Sometimes this ticking time

becomes fuckin foe of mine. 

Friedrich Nietzsche says - You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.  
I say- Lets have this chaos with in us. Order and arrangements and rules are good ( no doubt in that) but too much is always bad.... Sometimes lil derailment from the regular things is not only good but it's vital.

What do you guys say ??

Time flies

"Time flies on restless pinion.. With unimaginable speed"  ~Friedrich Schiller

From few days back I've been reading Indian history and eventually I realized that time travels with a great speed. Its like a flick of a second and a full series of events occur in the whole world. Single human life looks like a speck when compared to the rich, diverse and highly colored history of mankind. Historians say earth is just few years old and this forged an idea in my mind that time just flies. Time can act as a great teacher in our lives. We can learn a lot from our past. It teaches us numerous tricks to excel in the events ahead.

With nay anticipations 

events betides on the life scale. 

When you look back

they are mere

anecdotes or 

nanny's tales.

Time flies with turbo-speed.

You gaze that tree

from your window

which was once a seed.

Life is short 

smithereens of Kalpa.

It's just few years back 

When we were 

natives of Harappa. 

Mouryans flourishing.

A new culture, new era 

to partake. 

Buddha delivering speech 

Making us awake.

Guiding, to realize our 

sins and mistakes. 

Ashoka the Great

Jack of all trades. 

He was crowned sometimes back.

From the acumen of Akbar

Even "great" ones

were taken aback. 

Ohhhh, for few days 

misfortune was profound.

Shackled and slaved 

every Indian was found. 

We fought a long battle 

In minds, as well as on grounds. 

And the day came

when world was astound.

India was free 

gaiety and happiness 

all round.

Time flies, without making a sound. 

A venerable teacher 

for intellective unbound. 
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समय
http://hindiscribbles.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_3886.html 
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Independent, Free But "SLAVES"

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”

On 15 Aug we celebrated our Independence Day and country is in a mood of furor. We all talking corruption, freedom of speech, expression, protests blah, blah... 

But real freedom is freedom of thought. Free from biases, prejudices and here we are still chained and doomed. Slaves of misery, differences, ego, attitudes. 

This post deals with such conflicts of Freedom. 
We all are damn good finger-pointers always have a finger ready to point at others.

Freedom, from all bounds
roam around
roar like a lion
fly like a bird
move, run, play
in happiest surrounds.

Everyone speaks,
defines freedom
in its own
philosophical way.
Freedom, is what
we demand, we pray.

But we are still slaved
independent, free slaves

Slaves of "What others will say ??"
We fight non-stop for array
of decorum, of status
chicanery Display
But We still say..
We are free
We are masters
We direct our plays.

Slaves of "Ego"
which burns, runs
in our nerves n veins
Its so painful to see
others happy
It gives goosebumps
and it haunts as moral strains. 

Slaves of "Desires"
borne in our brains.
Makes us, inhuman pleasure-seekers
when We forget others
their plight, their dire conditions
deep drowned
in only our own selfish aspirations.

Slaves of "Fashion"
in mysterious ways
polluting, adulterating
our attitudes
speech, attire
our gallants n parades.
and we are proud
of this slavery
flaunt it
at every corner
in every possible ways.

Slaves of "Money"
for which sometimes
filthy, dirty tricks we play
to satisfy our
never-ending thirst
of power and display.
yet we never have
sense of malefaction,
transgression or dismay.

Apparently
We are independent, free Slaves :P
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स्वतंत्र, मुक्त परन्तु कैद 
http://hindiscribbles.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_15.html 
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Invisible handcuffs holds me..

Invisible handcuffs holds me..
pushes me back
whenever i tried to be free

Freedom I enjoy is superficial
seems real but
full of twists and pure fictonal

Suppress myself, to be someone else
every single moment, gives feeling
as I am standing on edge and fence

I get the things, but not the way I want
this irritates me, eats me
inevitably it always haunts

storm of desires, I deny
it corrodes me inside
for all the emoticons I hide

for the people around
I imitate the smile, I used to have
to act normal, pretending brave

I don't know, when it gonna end
but I keep on moving ahead, instead
sitting idle and behaving as dead.