tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263902862009-10-04T11:19:56.789+05:30An Online Diary of thoughts traced outDhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-86054433339757251832007-06-25T10:31:00.000+05:302007-06-25T10:37:11.506+05:30An old unprepossessing feeling<br />somewhere from the depths a native atavistic urge<br />The rain washed streets disturb<br />bringing memories of the distant past and the unforgotten<br />A voice crying inside<br />"we are the stone cuttters"<br />"the builders and the destroyers "<br />"we destroy what we build"<br />"we destroy ourselves"<br />The atmosphere too sharing<br />the sounds of laughter of the primitive!<br />They all seem to be alive<br />Alive inside me<br />I am the stone cutter.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-8605443333975725183?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-71671602912007039682007-04-28T13:02:00.000+05:302007-06-25T10:38:22.396+05:30Falling over a cliff<br />I die<br />And I walk<br />Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo<br />"There is no death"<br />Echo all over I hear<br />I turn and I see<br />All<br />Is there no death ? I ask<br />To whom ?<br />I am the question<br />I am the answer<br />I walk...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-7167160291200703968?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-67163689554802690442007-04-28T12:47:00.000+05:302007-06-25T10:38:50.255+05:30The Purpose seems adrift<br />Directionless<br />Mind wandering in the wilderness of civilization<br />And entangled in the web of technology<br />Things seems to be only a click away<br />The New and news sucks<br />The Old and the myth arrests<br />Everyone seems to fit in a Bubble-<br />Something stirs within:-<br />There is a blast<br />The soul escapes...<br />Leaving only the feeling of being alive...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-6716368955480269044?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-2268557748269880852006-10-13T11:47:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:31:40.330+05:30The world is<br />but an unfortunate accident<br />The immortal play<br />of Gods and Goddesses<br />Rasa-lila, the erotic love<br />out of that a man<br />He will not be a' lone<br />so a woman<br />The Avalanche of creation<br /><br />Creation is<br />but a fortunate accident<br />Without it<br />neither you nor me<br />You and me<br />somehow become we<br />We, the society<br />then a government, a state<br />The Avalanche of Nation<br /><br />A Nation is<br />but mis-representation<br />Mis-representatives<br />it comprises<br />They rule or serve<br />a question not to be asked<br />You and I do not know<br />yet we seems to know all<br />The Avalanche of International<br /><br />International is<br />but a misnomer<br />Nothing really is international<br />everything is mine<br />Mine is everything<br />The Universe exists<br />because I think<br />The Avalanche of Universe<br /><br />The Universe is<br />but atoms and molecules<br />Electron and proton<br />neutron and positron<br />In eternal work<br />of an abysmal infinite chaos<br />Chaos is<br />what we all are!<br /><br />The world is but an unfortunate accident<br />The immortal play of Gods and Goddesses<br />The result is<br />Nothing more than<br />a spite of an infernal chaos .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-226855774826988085?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-50391984781949262672006-10-11T18:12:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:32:04.702+05:30I wanted a rose<br />you reminded me its thorns<br />I wanted purity<br />you reminded me its austereity<br />I wanted to work<br />you reminded me my health<br />I wanted beauty<br />you reminded me reality<br />I wanted solitude<br />you reminded me my friends<br />I wanted art<br />you reminded me its laziness<br />I wanted poetry<br />you reminded me its over indulgence<br />I wanted books<br />you reminded me my duties<br />I wanted God<br />you reminded my 'you'<br />I wanted you<br />I remembered myself<br />lost long ago<br />In unknown lands<br />of imaginations untold<br />yet by some<br />destiny unrecognised<br />recognised me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-5039198478194926267?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-82087405014104202702006-10-11T13:41:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:32:28.164+05:30Yesterday passed in remniscing<br />Today in thinking<br />Tomorrow in anticipating<br />Time was, is, will be<br />pulsating<br />Years, months, days<br />Pass like tiny specks of dust<br />There is an unending oscillation<br />In the mind, listening<br />To the call of the wild<br />of yesterday<br />To the call of the superhuman<br />of tommorow-<br />Past was once present-<br />Present was once future-<br />all illusion<br />of Time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-8208740501410420270?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-13005864381972496912006-10-11T13:37:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:32:46.864+05:30What came not into my life<br />A sullen passion<br />A stroke of avarice<br />A sense of helplessness<br />A song of despair<br />A scene of agony<br />A sable of sickness<br />A strike of sloth<br />A sate of surfiet<br />A scar of lust<br />A sheaf of tears<br />A self of Lucifer:<br />A shadow of my own self<br />But a voice within<br />So shrill, yet so deep<br />Life is possible<br />Go on...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-1300586438197249691?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-25217850917316156932006-10-11T13:32:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:33:08.272+05:30Walking With You<br />down the lane<br />nothing crossed my eyes<br />It was you I was aware of<br />And the whole world became beautiful<br />The dusty road<br />The Crowded place<br />The bridge<br />The sunset<br />The madman<br />The on-lookers<br />Everything was beautiful<br />Until I looked at my watch<br />The reminder of the day<br />The reminder of the life , as well<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-2521785091731615693?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26390286.post-1148534835651774442006-05-25T10:48:00.000+05:302006-10-13T14:33:30.821+05:30<strong>A Life So Changed</strong><br />(<em>written after I visited a monastery</em>)<br /><br />A Life so changed<br />By the coming of spring<br />Unexpected it was<br />Took me by a wave<br />I let it<br />Let it caress me<br />Let it engulf me<br />Oh! how late I was to realise<br />That I wasn't<br />I was left in the sea<br />Untouched, Unblemished<br />The vastness surrounded me<br />Alone, all alone yet, I<br />Wanting to be engulfed<br />Stood watching<br />The wave receed<br />The spring receed<br />But the change refused to change.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26390286-114853483565177444?l=dhimati.blogspot.com'/></div>Dhimatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04881066659614077165noreply@blogger.com2