Sunday, February 26, 2012

Freedom

Off I flew from this blog to another. It's been a beautiful companion, always there by my side. It patiently agreed to carry on any accessory or dress that I offered. And must I say it looks beautiful, with or without my words. It served its part in my story very well but now it is time to move on.

Everything posted here through me has its origin somewhere else. There is no idea ever in my life I can claim as my own. Behind every thought is some inspiration, either from the inner world or the outer one or both. Since I know neither of them, not even whether they are two different worlds or not, there is nothing that belongs to me. I am just grateful that these words chose to come to me.

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Tagore


When I was born and saw the light
I was no stranger in this world
Something inscrutable, shapeless, and without words
Appeared in the form of my mother.

So when I die, the same unknown will appear again
As ever known to me,
And because I love this life
I will love death as well.