5 stages until overall glee...

There are five stages of grief- Denial and isolation, Anger, Bargaining,Depression and at last the very necessary, holy acceptance. Acceptance is the only stage that makes us move on with life without the precious thing we've lost but whether you like it or not and whether you want it or not, you will go through these five stages of painful grief if you lose some one you love. But how fast you get to the fifth stage depends on you, I'd recommend distracting yourself and looking at the positive side. For if that person/pet has left you grieving that means they've lived a good life. The fact it that love is selfish and now you're grieving for your own loss but the dead now are in another state of peace. Grief can be about anything, the death of a person, the death of a pet, the death of a dream, etcetera . The tact remains in how you handle it.

Death is a part of life, if you're born you will die. The end is a new beginning. The fact of the matter is that mass is preoccupied and the mass that you have now won't be yours forever, because there will be a time that you will go back to the Earth, be a part of the humus, you'll be one with the mud. You aren't yours forever but you're yours during your very versatile lifespan. As I once heard this very nice quote in a movie whose name I can't quite recollect " We are born naked, we die empty handed, what lies in between is creativity." It's really what you're doing now. If there was no death then there will be no life, no creation, immortality will wipe of the growth of a species. On the other hand life can be hard but has its own comfortable barriers and even if a little part of that barrier is disturbed then it shall lead to the 5 very painful but necessary stages of grief. I can now say, life has its own ways of making you comfortable in times of utter discomfort. But as much as you want to stay within those blissful barriers some one within that barrier shall meet that fateful day and one day that some one will be you. The reason I'm speaking like this is because I just lost my very handsome outdoor cat Cynthia ( I thought he was a female cat at first) and yes I still have my pretty indoor cat but I still miss my outdoor cat. I think I am now between the fourth and fifth stage of grief. If heaven is real that's where he's going but his soul any ways is going to rest in peace because he was such a good natured cat and true good things happen to good people. It's times like these when you let go of your very rational principles of life and believe in things like heaven and a very happy afterlife but he deserves it, he was a fighter and yes he will be missed. He was a super hero.

Now, you're very comfortable barrier has been broken and entered and there's a clear gap that has been left and there's nothing except a memory left to fill that empty space but grief is building you're array of memories that is filling this gap. Now what do you do? You want to fill that gap, your want that thing back but you know it's disgraceful for things to come back from the dead. You feel alone, but you know its only you because the very soul rests in peace and has found its place, it's gone back to its creator and is ultimately free. I say don't let life slip away, be kind, be passionate, love with all your heart, laugh, have faith, watch this world around you because nature is viscous as much as it is beautiful, give back, create, grieve when you have to because it means you have the ability to love something beyond yourself. But for now accept those five stages of grief, go with it, try to do good have faith, try to be happy, send out a prayer to the universe because it's only those 5 stages until overall glee, that's is if you're a generally happy person but if you're not than you're disgracing the gift of life, so be happy when you can.

P.S- Rest in peace, love you for now and forever...

Swim Fish...

It was a dull and lazy day, a quaint summer holiday. The summer holidays of the past two years were quite different but this one was very quaint like the old times but yet so different from the other ones. I always knew that I was going to go back to the same school, with my new books but this year is so unpredictable. I just hope I can just leave the old baggage behind and brace myself to handle the new baggage because the truth is there will be baggage, always and whatever your position of power will be but do you choose to keep the baggage?I choose to leave the baggage behind. My tenth results comes out soon and it is really stressing me out.

I feel flabby, my body craves for a swim. I like how it feels to burn those extra calories or at least be under the deception that I have burnt those extra calories. I feels great to penetrate those soft layers of water, be embraced by that womb of water, get acquainted with the temperature of the water because the temperature , swim a few laps and breathe. I'm a quintessential Piscean who loves the water. Water is such a marvel of hydrogen bonding, oh the holy hydrogen bonding. Water is why we mortals are here. I have a very good swimming pool two minutes away from my house, Tilak Tank it's called. It's started by Lokmanya Tilak, a great man. I have been swimming since the age of four and when I was a child the water was green, with tadpole, guppies and moss. Today of coarse it is much more sophisticated with one Olympic size pool, two blue pools and one green pool. Being a Tilak Tank loyalist I would say it's the best pool in the world but then there would be a lot of people who would disagree and as the Who song goes " the world begins behind your neighbours wall." The world is really much bigger than you and your neighbourhood.

Coming back to today. Today was a dull and lazy day. I spent most of the day reading and doing some maths. I was a hot and humid day too. The heat was irritating me and I needed exercise so I decided to go for a swim. Dusk had emerged from the skies and touch the land with twilight, paradise had decided to shown itself in the form of the multicoloured sky and raindrops were waiting to leave those full feather like clouds and the water of the pool was a mirror for paradise, the thunder was so aroused that it was moaning loudly and thunder is an indication of lightning because thunder is the sound of expansion of air for lightning. As I swam the drops decided to leave their mother, the clouds and begin their journey on land and they did. The convex shaped drops left their mother and came from the skies like arrows from the bows of passion, those arrows penetrated the soft layers of the water, the area was embraced with dusk and slowly the dusk was parting ways with this holy land until tomorrow if the world continues to be the ways it considering so much talk of apocalypse, the drops had incorporated itself with the water, one on one, the same kind of matter blending with its species, two atoms of hydrogen and one atom of oxygen creates water. Swimming in the rain is pure unadulterated bliss I got out fast because I'm a little scared about going behind the curtain and we all know water is a good conductor of electricity and one bolt that hits the water can kill us all! Haah, I'm a quintessential piscean.

Grave Stones...

How does it feel to be former glory?
Glory on one grey stone,
You life written by lapidary,
Could not be consoled by smoke..

As I stand beyond the boundaries of time,
In a placid slumber,
Age was just a measurement of my life,
Age was just a number...

Embraced by open skies,
Coated with grimy moss,
Making the land fertile,
The identity of solidity was lost...

A well delivered performance,
Immersed in blinding mist,
It was just momentary remembrance,
Yourself you missed...

A memory solidified,
Dried flowers when you mourn,
That moment you cried,
Where have I gone?


Picture from the net- ( flickriver.com )

आसमान में बैठा एक काला मेघा,
ऊस मेघ में है किसीका दिल अटका,
दिल की आज़ादी है बरखा।

अधूरी रात,
कहा गई वह बरसात?
पूरी परछाई ।

खूबसूरत अँधेरा,
कभ देखोगे सवेरा?
कभ होनेवाली है वर्षा?
बीथ्गाया एक लम्हा।

कभ आनेवाले है रंगीन फूल?
कभ सुनोगे प्यारी धुन?
वह गगन की खुशबू।

अधूरी कथा पूरी करो,
पूरी कविता लिखो,
तुम जीकेही मरो।

PICTURE FROM THE NET- ( chidi.com )

From the epitome...

Listen to the angels in heaven sing,
look at them spread their wings,
you won't end with nothing.

Water over stone,
the water of the soul,
the water from the epitome.

Let her untie her laces,
she had ecstatic phases,
she's been places.

Let heaven fall in the wine,
the blood of the gods,
the chalice with its own design.

For my friend, the end isn't the worst,
the end is the pristine water to fulfill life's thirst,
immortality is the biggest curse.

Picture from the net- ( elated.com)

Lemons and eggs...

Before you go home,
before you go away,
you must be sorted into the lemons and the eggs,

we're sorry, we didn't want to do this but there's no place for the dead...

There's only this much we can do,
I'm sorry to say,
the world is rule by the living,
the dead don't have their way...

The lemons, almost dead,
the true source of life is the egg,
so after you lost all you blood and sweat,
you shall be thrown away, within the dead...

Until we have no new source of life,
the eggs have to be there, to reproduce,
the eggs have to be in front of our sights,
the lemons can reduce...

Once the lemons and eggs unite,
the lemon becomes yellow,
but the eggs become white,
there not much difference, only the lemons are selfishly alive,
but the eggs are the source of life.
Respect the eggs,
it will bring you back from the dead...

Picture from the net( www.demondance.nl/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=s..)

A step out from the grave.

It was pain disguised in vain,
as I rise from my grave.
It was cold, life was on hold,
but, in that coffin I'm still that hundred year old.

As I rise I become young
and get over being feeble and have some fun.
As I get out from my cemetery,
I see white ghost counting from one to three.

The smell of ash is in the air,
but that scent is getting on my hair.

As I walk into the city,
the city I called mine,
the fog is getting witty and increasing with every line.

That night as you can imagine,
freezing cold, smell of charcoal and the darkness with no end.
As I walk with many thoughts,
I felt I had pain enough to lend.

My dress is a faded white disgraced,
something happened to my pretty face,
my heart is set ablaze,
my tears go waste.
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"This city was mine", I cried,
Now it's like cheap wine.
I gave my city my full glare,
I knew something happened when I was not there.

I walked and walked and walked and walked walked,
until I did halt and realised,
this just ain't mine.
I took a step back and followed the track
and realised that for all these years it was respect for the grave I lacked.

Now, dead is fine for me,
it's who I'm supposed to be.
After all it sets me free.

I walked with full speed,
now I know death is something I need.
I enter the grave with my head with no rage.
I close the coffin door,
I want nothing no more,
all my wound are no more sour.
My soul can finally rest in peace back,
that in these twenty minutes it lacked.

(Picture taken from the net)