Stay on the cloud

Be the cloud.. lead the dunes..
stir the stars..dissolve the moon..

Dont stop moving.. dont say its fine
Dont compromise on the joy divine..
Leap at the joys and cry rivers of tears..
Enough with the subtle.. grab the sublime..

Sing with the radio, remember times past..
let your tunes reverberate the vast..
Dont sit there and suppress the rage..
Break the spells that monotony casts


Feel every feeling let it quiver your soul..
smell every smell be it sweet , be it foul..
No one in this world should dictate your terms of life..
Nothing that moves you, be kept in control..

Philosophy of living life to the fullest..

My friend Sandhya and I were talking the other day.. about how to live life to the most..
It is a strange bargain.. I will back up a little and go all over..

I went to Merida twice.. Once with my husband.. and another time with Sandhya.. Prince is the type who doesnt work too much with words.. Sandhya knows how to talk.. The first time I went in to the place.. I was mesmerized.. I am not finding fancy words here, mind you..The place is just too big .. too silent.. too cloudy.. too colorful.. if a walk through merida isnt a walk through cloud nine., i dont know what is. We roamed and roamed.. if I saw a steep slope going down thousands of meters.. I just wanted to get out of the car.. and merge in to the open vastness of the landskape.. It was like the valleys just opened their arms to embrace the vast universe.. the spaces were of unimaginably vast proportions.. If you go there once, you get an idea of how big the earth is. you can stand in MILES AND MILES of vast solitude.. and feel like the only offspring of nature.. feel one with the force life hails from..

I can go on and on about the thunderstorm of emotions I felt when I went there.. I couldnt stop drawing breaths deep in to my lungs until they hurt.. It was like a BURST of memory recall of all the poems which were tooooo poetic to be true.. loving.. praising.. adoring the nature.. trying to put in words.. the most undescribable feeling of awe. .. BUT, that is not what i wanted to say here..

I felt like crying.. that I have not been able to spend more time like this.. I was in tears about the perfection of the picture, the feel of the breeze, the perfection of the touch of clouds, of the speed which moved over the mountains.. of the perfect shades of brown, green, grey and peeping blues.. of the perfect smell of green, the perfect serenity of the water...and the perfect brilliance of the sun reflecting off the waves...of the perfect temperature, of the perfection of creation.
BUT, that is not what i wanted to say here..


Aah but, what the heck... I will stop writing now.. and go back to feeling like that again.. I will write about whatever title I put above .. when I feel like it.. I know for sure, it is an important thing.. and I will address it at a later point of time.