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Published Tuesday, September 08, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
Have you ever realized a little smile or may be a silent face without welcoming any next question to your mind. What makes you to feel like you were never being a part of this old tree that has got no new leaf to be born? Life is still with you. You are still the same old road which will take to the same old three kings’ chapel. A silent wind is blowing through the window of colorful glasses. Did you see that facial expression in front of the reflection? It was fake? The truth is still like an unborn chicken in an egg. It will depend on only you which one do you want to be hatched. Did you hear the sound of unborn chicken in the egg. He is also calling for the life. But what makes you to control this power. Some people call it sin. But I call it freedom. Something which you can control like the road to the chapel and road to your garden of sweet lily’s. Its not decided and nobody will decide unless you. But something is called “PRECIOUS”. Something that can never leave you apart from your life. And you realize the happiness in the pain. This garden was never green before like this but I don’t see any lily’s. but why there are so many people. Are these people for me or they want to go to the chapel? Give a word to this hungry desert and take the most sacred water drop by him.
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Published Monday, August 17, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
Fascinating world of this lifeless toys attract me to be a part of them. Life is not going so slow but they are shouting a lot to get my attention. Truth is unknown to us but a boundation of carrying to continue is living with us. You see the centre of the earth in that thing that you were totally unfamiliar with. But soon you realize that the centre has become the full stop of your life. Why to end this continuation. Are you tired of walking or you don’t want to walk? This light is born from beginning and there is no end to it until these eyes closes for…….. forever. It is a sparkling glow that is fascinating you, living apart from all of the rest and taking you to a mysteries world of miracles where you forget about the real light and run behind little fire flies of pain. How can you think so small after facing the real? Don’t tell me that you are scared of touching this unlimited light or you want a FULL STOP TO IT.
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Published Sunday, July 26, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
Life is a part of experience that you share with life, isn’t it strange. I mean how you can share something with someone from whom you have learned everything. Thank you the lord for this white blind life. Blind but life. I can see everything but I am not blind. How can you examine yourself when there is no teacher rather then you? You are the only student of this class and you are the only teacher. It depends on only you what subjects you want to study. Some people are busy with this easy going subject of dreams. They live in the life of dreams and never get to know when there studies are over. And time to leave this class room. They told me to go for this easy one. When you look at the cloudy sky with only small portion of real sky visible. What do you want to see? A small leaf throwing itself with this hard wind but still growing towards the untouched sky under this sun. Don’t you feel a difference? Don’t you want to go to the reality? I know they will fall apart after some time but can you tell me how long can you hold.
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Published Tuesday, June 23, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
Its just a flick of second between life and death. But if u don’t die what are u left behind. I can feel a never-ending pain that is coming from dark color of the blue sky but without any rain. Do u still feel. Do you remember the first touch of the leaf under the sun? How soft and touching it was. A small touch moved the two different horizons in the same direction. The smell. First to the bounded world of your own. A different smell. Change is life. But what is the change. Change that thundered your beginning up to the end. You have forgotten every small change in your life. What is the power? I turn to look back where I was. But it was gone. I melt the iron. But I didn’t get the time where I was. Now its just a laughing monk looking at me but nothing to loose and nothing to gain. What is this? Is this a stage where I can ask for something,. Where I can talk to something but what is the end of all these mysteries play. Still I can here that voice that thundered me from top to the bottom. But is there any reflection on the other side of the shadow. Now you are in other world and your soul in other. And the end of this beginning has started.
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Published Monday, March 30, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
Let’s not talk about the reality. Le me be in the life of illusions. You always talk about practical. The possibility of life. The real nature. Have you ever realized where you are? Possibility is a fascination of dreams. You told me about the wings but where are the shoulders to carry on. I can fly real high but still feet are on the ground. How do you define the sky. I was tought by my teacher to be a man. Live your drams. Where is the dream? There is no battle to fight. Why are you still leaving in the world of fantasy. Let be the real hero. There is no world to return. There is no way but just the only one. Lets walk on this path where there is no place to go. Walk with desperation of breathing. But let’s not think about it. Let it never be divided into two because you are the only one who will realize at the end of the time. Can you play a song for me because I am not sleeping and I am not going anywhere? Let’s continue breathing.
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Published Monday, March 16, 2009 by sandeep mehla.
“This breathing has stayed for a long time feeling every stage of new leaf till the end. Remember when you first went alone in the sky. You discovered colorful clouds all around you. You choose some and started playing without even realizing how far you have come from the beginning. As closer as you try to go. It is vanishing into white. What do you learn? Have you realized it’s an imaginary world? I see people enjoying with music, games, festivals, celebrating past memories. Where is the touch? Is it physical or something else which is smiling from far away? You tried to follow the path of unknown sky. But when you are tired and lost all hopes you relax yourself sitting alone on a rough stone and you see all clear sky above your head in which you were walking few moments ago. Look around. Still it looks like something new. You discover. Walk miles but where is the end? What is the end? Is this you who are ending with the time?”
“Imaginations". Imagine you are nothing. I think you have never imagined yourself as nothing. You try to think nothing but still you think something. Why this mind runs like wind in every corner of the past, present and future. It’s like a broken box of matchstick from a height and matchsticks all around on the floor pointing at different locations. None is same and you have not even touched one. But the box is empty. Empty your box. Let every thing leave on the floor and look up. What do you see? Did you see the sky of untouched boundary? Imagine yourself like a free soul flying without any force to unknown place for no reason with the unknown way of no direction. Fly till the time you don’t find anyone else. But soon you will realize that there is no one other then you. You are everything. You are the god of your own world. There is nothing practical. There is nothing impractical.
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Published Friday, October 17, 2008 by sandeep mehla.
It’s a beautiful day like any other day of life. You see a shining thing from the east. It’s so bright like never before until you have reached this stage of life. Its so beautiful like something inside is smiling without any reason. Why there is a need of touching it. There is something inside. This shine, which is diverting you from every thing and you just want to come closer to this bright light to feel nothing that ever happened. You decide your destiny. You start moving, running, doing wearied things that will take you closer and closer. You have a small cloud inside you for which you have walked so long. Long very long like never before for this hunger. And you fee so happy looking at the shine straight coming on your head. It’s so bright. Like never before. You laugh. You play. You enjoy like unborn child with lot of toys around you. You see there is something wrong. The shine is moving away. You have walked miles and miles. But where you went wrong. Why this shine is moving away. You see it’s becoming dull and dull and vanishing on some other corner of the earth. You start moving again. But you are still behind. And now you have started running but still there is no change. You feel so tired. Out with the energy. You can’t go further. You knee down on the sand. Just looking at the fading shine. Its dark here. You keep on going to get that light. Light of your life. You have walked a lot. Miles and miles. Years and years. Every day you come across that shine but its goes out by the time. You are thundered and shocked to see yourself on the same place where you have started. There is some thing different. You didn’t need any support when you have started and now you have a piece of wood and dark doors of death are welcoming you. You have wasted your whole life running for this shine. The shine, which you decided as your destiny. But now you think was that really my destiny? What is the use of thinking when you have lost your whole time of life? And you will never ever be able to see that shine again. What is your destiny?
