Unrest...

No happiness...
No act of kindness...
No charity..
No cool breeze of the west...
No morning ray of the Sun...
No mother's touch...
No genuine friend...
No great achievement...
No sense of pride...
No pure tenderness....
No good soul...
No solace....
No reason to live....
Can calm this agitated Mind....

Disconnect....

A desire...
To be left..
To be immune...
To be isolated...
From all the wordly things..
From all the emotions....
Trying to encroach the soul...
Making it hard to breathe..
Suffocating to the core...
Making it vulnerable....
To even the smallest hint of solace.....

A Tribute

With the desire to walk forever.......
The lush green fields...
Distant mountains...
The golden snow clad peaks...
With the evening sun rays...
of The early Spring.....

The breeze tickle the weeds....
The rustling sound of the leaves....
The White-crowned Sparrows flying home...
The soft moist soil touching your feet....

The potholes and The thorns...
make you focus on The Path....
Get You back to Reality...
with a Purpose....

perhaps....
make you learn...

to cherish The desire....
Despite the hurdles...
Covet the feeling.....
Beyond death....

To be standing at a peak....
Naked.....
to surrender Your Self...
Solely...
Completely.....
to The Creator....
by taking a Dip...

Feel what you don't want to feel...

When You know
You have a thought to ignore...
The thought.. you didn't recognize the worth of...
At the right time...
The thought...... that would have been...
The most serene....
The happiest moment in your life...
But...
You know it when the moment is gone...
Probably because the moment is gone...

But the same thought....
Though equally supreme and divine...
Cannot be tolerated by the mind....
It does not want to have it....
Because the thought is just
The result of sublimation....
The source of it is no more....
Only the essence..
Spreading in no particular direction..
freely... slowly... steadily...
No support.. nothing to hold on to...
So afraid...
because it has nothing to fear... nothing to lose...

The mind wants to be free from that...consciously
It remembers what it needs to forget...
And goes through the hurt again..
And again....
Being oblivious of the consequences...

Because the rules don't apply to the origin...
A thought is genuine...
Because it is from the subconscious...
And it's no justice to suppress it...

The rules apply only when the thought
Has surfaced...
And when the mind has gone through....
All it wants to avoid..

A Paradox...

Probably..somewhere beneath....
It wants to go through all that...
But consciously.....
It doesn't want to feel...

So is there....
Really a choice..
For what you want to feel...
What you want to go through..
Or what....
You don't want to go through....

Sometime when time is wrong...

Time get harder and harder...

till life pulls you down onto your knees...

till you rub your nose in the dust...

with your hands tied behind your back...

everything seems useless... fake.. .. meaningless... with no reason..

no rationale..

throughout this time you are alone...

the lone soldier behind the enemy lines....

where everyone looks like your enemy.... even though they are humans...

where even killing yourself seems worthless...

spilling your blood has no meaning...

you can go on for days together without food, water...

everything you touch goes wrong.... every single thing... even yourself...

when hatred towards self, world might sound the only option...

cursing the fate is the only thought...

eyes are tired of crying...

words fade away long before they come out of the mouth....

your vision has no witness....

your heart beats just because it can... but you don't know whether it should...

at that time

you think it's useless to getup....

but you would think to get up... for someone... because at the end it's all worth it...

and fight your way back...

it's that low life has to take you,

to make you realize the true worth...

to give you the thought, of giving it back.....

back in the Face...........

A new dimension...

Photography, thoughts.... editing.... (C) Mandar