Tid Bit Poet

Tid Bit Poet

Sunday, 11 June 2017

She

Like a breath of fresh air
So pure in its essence
So true to its origin, to its nature
Grounded
Being, only what it is
Moves around with the flow
With the faith
That life is destined
With a conscious
That I am a breath of fresh air
Nothing more
Nothing less
Giving courage and hope
Laughter and happiness
Along its way
Like the wind carries pollen from one flower to another
Like a breath of fresh air
True to its own presence

Friday, 7 April 2017

Smile



to say the least i am moved
i am jealous and envy
of every sense
the mood
the harmony
the fight
which did not survive
the deep
the humble
oh so pure
blissful smile
only perfected by the golden touch!
you are free
and that is all we forget
i am no longer jealous or envy
as you remind me
we are free!
and its something we should never forget.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

Artificial Intelligence

we've got too much information,
A bit too much knowledge!
But!
But no wisdom! 





A quote which struck a chord as soon as I heard it and put things in perspective! 

Friday, 13 May 2016

Dreams!

The days are slower
The nights longer!
The mind
The body
The soul
Refuse to believe
That it was all but a dream
A dream so vivid
That I can still feel it
Touch It.
Smell it        
A dream that almost moulded reality.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Leh!

This has been those trips which happens once in your life time, every day has actually been like a dream.

I have never before seen mountains and rivers and trees and grass and water of such colour, it was like every dream, every poster, every story i have ever read, every imagination came to reality.
Crimson and yellow and gray and black and a thousand shades of brown mountains and turquoise blue and green and gray and golden and transparent water with the grass gone brown underneath on its bed dancing to the tune of the flow of water. 
With free cows and horse and dogs and donkeys and yaks on mountain tops and mountains sides and in the valleys gazing with no worries.
Sand dunes and double hump camels.

 Endless rides, crossing some of the highest passes in the world, understating what altitude sickness is, appreciating maggi all over again, sitting on top of the car for the ride of your life, getting up at 4 to see the sunrise and not sleeping till late 12 just to gaze the constellation,  randomly offering your comfortable car seat to a just met friend to be found to be riding a 100 km+ in the ghats for the first time ever on a suped up enfield with smoking breaks, literally. from cycling down from the worlds highest motorable road i.e 18000+ ft to about 11000 ft, endless walks and the run to the top of the shanti stupa to only find your self to be collapsed later on, meeting new people, getting to know your world better, from new friends across the globe to making the local tourist shop your adda for the day, some quite intense conversations, Julay and Julia :P to shivering like a teen when randomly talking to this beautiful Indian woman, to lots of moments and unforgettable memories.

Ladkah is a place like no other, and even after all these beautiful landscapes and nature and blah wblah, its the people which make this place a true paradise, such beautiful women, such happy people around, ladkahi people are by far the most happy people i have seen around :)
 
 





Thursday, 13 November 2014

Lie.

I wonder how far in life i have been,
cause when i measure,
there is nothing i can see,
But,
I dont know what is more important
to which i can measure my life,
which is why i always think,
That,
Its a mere lie, to say where i Lie.





Its a verse that i had written long long back, even before i started the blog, may be in around 2006/2007. During that time i was just getting done with college, was still to get a job, and still to figure out so much. Now that i am well into 6 years of working now, Its funny how i find my self in the exact same spot again, trying to figure out stuff, figure out life, offcourse the objectives have changed.
Year 26th you have been absolutely fantaboulous, absolutely. Year 27th, Namaste :)


Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Capoeira.




As life's daily chores go on, you need that something, its not merely something to hold on to, not even an escape, its those moments which make you feel alive, in its entirety.

Capoeira an art, born as a form of repression, to give people that something, still continues to touch many a lives, every single day, still stands strong to that magic!

Viva Capoeira.
Viva Capoeira Pune :)