Sunday, January 25, 2009

A Letter to my Future Girl

Adventures do have a price, they take conviction and a true heart, and none better food for a long journey than love. Its a long travel, and any traveler knows, that to reach the destination, was never the point of the it. Be brave, come along and there is much to see, to discover the expanse and meaning of your life. There are fruits to pick up and people to meet and cultures to explore. You will fall and get pushed and get hurt. Occasionally the warmth of my arms may not be enough, and in those moments you will have to find the steadiness of your own heart. And then you shall know, you have grown wiser. You see, my love, Roses for all their beauty, do have thorns. Yet in history one man outstretched his arms through the bushes, to pick one. Bruised, he discovered their fragrance.

Its not about bearing each other, but about accepting the other as a fellow traveler, whom you trust. Each one has his powers to give, If I can think kite flying, you can probably do kite flying better than me consistently, everyday. What my imagination starts, your discipline completes. When my love makes your nights wonderful, your energy makes my days delightful.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Set me Free

I am an adventurer at heart and always wanted every moment of my life to be one. It is always so, because to be free and expressive is my nature of being ( just as yours). I always sought a certain infallible goodness of life and believed that every moment can hold a treasure. Flying about observing mundane things and making relations between them. All seemingly purposeless pursuits, the adventurer in me finds inspiration in these to unlock his caged mind. Constantly unlearning, I let life seep in slowly, lest it may solidify too fast and make me hard.

It was quite interesting watching a random interview of Shekar Kapur. When asked why he never takes credit for what he creates, he said, the "me" exists in a context alone, we are all but a part of a greater consciousness. When I create, I jump from the bondages of my mind into the greater subconsciousness , its a journey in itself and a great adventure. So in a way it never was me, metaphysically speaking.

He almost gave words to what i always felt.On innumerable occasions, I have never been able to even speak a line coherently, while I can write away to glory in others. Its when my mind is free , that I am the adventurer. Until then I am a common man in a caged mind. The point is you did set me free, you gave me your hand and your heart. You are like the alladin who freed the genie and its my happiness and honor to fulfill your honest desires. You were a woman who saw through me and accepted my flights of fantasy as your own, for in you there is an adventurer waiting to be set free. I am both your comrade and your lover.