The Eternal bliss

As I feel the eternal bliss

rejoicing in this unknown mystery

wondering about all the things around

trying to make sense  of the dimensions of life

Making the most of the moments

with my sanity lying me about everything

As the waves of time

Washing away the memories

on the shores of life.

Yet lies beyond me a sense of fear

a sense of defying the obvious

Questioning and challenging what’s apparent

Who knows about the source and destination?

I am just a traveler with my own baggage

things that I picked up on my way

only to drop them before going away

Regretting some of the things done

letting go some things close to heart

only to realize that some memories cannot be erased

Who knows whom I gonna be

a shining star up above the sky

or just a lost soul

wandering in the emptiness of space and time

Life is full of  twists and turns

trying to be normal

giving up all the things I cared

for some others which did not really matter in the end

Trying to quantify the feelings of love

to compare and contrast with the ones you really cared.

You know the time will never stop

things will never stop changing

I only wish I could feel the eternal bliss

in this never ending voyage of self discovery

I wish I could figure out the meaning of all this

just for once to forget it a moment later

Looping around the causes and effects of nature

trying to accumulate the memories fleeting by

To catch a break from this life and know the things for sure.

that i am not insane

and not stop questioning my sanity

trying to guess the depth of my consciousness

to attempt to figure it all at once

just know the depth heaven and hell

trying to return to the home in vain

for the home is no longer the same

accepting the fact home is where the mind is happy

The One rupee astrologer

Anant was travelling to his home town, after the days of hectic work in front of the PC, he was so tired that he instantly fell asleep when the bus started to move.


              His eyes only opened at the break in the middle of night. This was some bus stand of some small town. There was a weight machine with red green yellow lights blinking that Anant 's eyes couldn’t resist the urge to get a proper look. Anant put the coin and probably it was not working correctly so showed less weight. But this made Anant happy anyway as his weight loss plans never worked out really. Along with the weight slip backside contained the future of the day. Anant was too tired to look at but thought will read it anyway. It said you will be cheerful and make people happy around you; watch out for your health. You will get some insight into living which will make your life change forever.



As Anant was feeling dizzy he thought the weight machine predicted the weight and; told exactly about the future where as it should have done the reverse. Oh what the hell and; he went back to sleep in the shaky bus. As he tried to sleep he thought what if he could explicitly strive to make things true the card told him as future. Just try for a single day just for the heck of it. So he decided that he will make all conscious efforts to make the things true as written in the card. He was thinking only positive and; inspired his parent’s family and; friends to be cheerful. He always spoke with so much enthusiasm and; energy that it made the people around him happy.



At the end of the day Anant thought hmm...so I tried my part to make the things come true as per the card. Coincidently the card has exactly told his next day and; predicted wrongly his weight. Anyway a silent powerful thought fan across Anant’s mind what if i could write a small note a card and; keep it under my pillow every night and; tried to make things his own way . His life would certainly improve health wealth and; happ9oness would come to him like iron pieces attracted towards a magnet. So he decided to go with this. If not 100 percent even if he partially achieves what he aspired for, being focused in this direction, his life and; people around him would be much happier.

The journey & the destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.          

                He was just 12 yrs old, when he held & used the heavy gun for  the first time. The kid had lost his sanity along with his parents. His guardian, an underworld don, inspired him to become man whom everyone in the city must fear. He worked towards that, following the foot steps. One day he reached his destination, but he suddenly realized that this didn't matter to him at all, because the journey was too painful & meaningless. 

Sometimes the journey means more than the destination.

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