Flashes of Creativity

It's been many days that I've written thoughts here. Although, I am busy like hell these days.. its no excuse not to write... but frankly, my mind is constantly occupied with work related thoughts. There are certain momentary flashes when some interesting ideas pop up. So, I think about them for a while, and then like a flash, they disappear! :)

Somehow I should start tapping such brilliant flashes. Ideas, radical concepts, innovations, nostalgic glimpses, visions, feats, achievements etc.. all seem to just mix-up momentarily and create a new line of thought which stimulates and then elates your mind. This novel thought mesmerises you due to its very nature. You wish that time would stand still, and you would admire the beauty in the moment. It is such 'flash' that your mind should store and process. Store first, process later.

It may all seem confusing. Actually, it is. But, that is the beauty of it. It's an apparent chaos. Chaos and Order seem to be different sides of the same coin. Chaos for one, Order for another. Idea for one, Crap for another. Shit for one, Manure for another.

Getting confusing? Well, I too am trying to analyse the confusion. I know I am not getting anywhere, am I? But, that's not the intention also. Sometimes, it is more important to travel than to arrive.

My point is, such flashes can be tapped into and can act as an enormous source of creativity. I believe that everyone is creative, only some realise it and some don't. Deep within, your mind is constantly thinking, ideating, brainstorming, churning. Ok, I am begining to make sense now. I am loving it! A poem also flows, as if its time has come...

Such brilliant flashes, just come and go
Teaching me a few things I should know

Tap'em and store'em
in a flash, just analyse'em

Profound, it seems; when they occur
Mind exults, when creative glimpses they offer

Thoughts collide and fuse together; unleashes
the force within and creativity flashes

Suddenly, I am experiencing more brilliant flashes. Now thats what I'm talking about! As I ponder on the current thought patterns, oh.. another flash! Hey.. wait up..

Soul.. revisited

Reckless
Undiluted thoughts
Consolidating their existence
invading vehemently

The very thought
that had manifested
and vanished into oblivion
Triggered the being within

Blissful, as I feel
Thoughts showering beatitude
Their magnitude, capable
of evolving the nascent soul

The wicked soul withstood
and resisted; the blatant time
finally it broke and emerged
the noble soul had conquered

Clueless

What has happened?
No thoughts, no recollections
No memories, no predilections
I am clueless

Penchant for writing
All forgotten?
Or mind just pretending?
Blank paper, just staring
I am clueless

Thoughts waiting
Formless
Hands, wondering
My writer's mind, got blocked
I stare in utter oblivion
I am clueless

Life, galloping ahead
Me, cheering it
Sitting tightly to control
otherwise, would lose track
But, am I on the right track?
I am clueless

Poems, they still inspire
People, even more
But, where has everyone gone?
Poems, any theme I'm writing on?
Hell, I am clueless

Am waiting to write something
Something, that would make sense
something inspiring
But, heck its 2 AM?
What am I waiting for?
I am utterly clueless

Something's finally taking shape
Some words, some thoughts
recollections and inspiration
patterns emerging; clarity manifesting
words, jumbled and arranged
But, coming from where?
I am clueless

My birth is in process
Awaiting its revival
New life to begin
newer clues, for newer paths
new thoughts taking shapes
Heck, what do I write next?
I am clueless

Unspoken words...

Silence has spoken
Wisely, as I stood
Heard words, that emptiness contained
Profound feelings it conveyed

In silence, it grew
Became thoughts; regained ideas
Revived emotions
of her beauty within

Beauty it contained
Overcoming vices
Erstwhile divine
Now was human

Expressions, impressions
created and captured
image, not required
Her presence, invaded mind

Conserving identity
of her once-my heart
in my deepest corridors
She'll last forever; in my heart

The Cocoon

It created a shell around
Its body, its soul
Laying inside; its hibernating
Its nature changing; transforming

Hardwork; finally paying off
The cocoon it rests in; empowering
New avenues to fly around; are waiting
Worm has risen; shall soar to newer heights

To realise dreams; of varied nature,
small ones but of rebellious nature
Break the cocoon; and shall free itself
power within, it realises; emerges the true nature

Patience pays; it proclaims
Cocoon was dormant; apparently unmoving
The true power within, shall break the cocoon
Then, wings shall take it to uncharted lands

>> to be continued...

I'm a Rebel

With a surprising stealth, the thoughts crept in
A strong rebellion I felt; wait - there's more within
Rebel's waiting to erupt; simmering with a gentle grace
Shattering old paradigms; new ideas are popping in

Behold! A new sun has seen the dawn
New hope has risen; old pains have gone
Worries no longer, the agony shan't last
The Rebel awaits its birth; the seeds are sown

The thoughts I harness; the mind in which they lay
Mind mill churning; old patterns be swept away
Its time to re-create History and revive it with future,
Breaking myths, creating legends; Rebel is here to stay

yes! its happening...

there's more to day; there's more to achieve,
mind sifting through concepts; trying to perceive

the night is young; the day getting conceived,
exploring miracles; with Life, where have you lived?

my journey has begun; restless and staggering
but people I've met; are really caring and loving

the fun side of Life or the dark side that stays
choice decides the future; why such tricks Life plays

To err is natural but choices are humane
being restless is ok; its a part of the game

My eyes drifting; between changing reality and sleep
trying to hold the reality; trying to have a vice like grip

With lesser vices, the new dawn shall surge
brining new Hope; this is how Life shall emerge

this is how it began...

trying to speak volumes about what was happening
this was how it began; nebulae, void and stars glittering

void would ask worriedly, where will the Big Bang happen
Stretch yourself and grow; singularity would answer often

universe oozing through the bubbling bang
glowing and growing; celestial songs they all sang

with all its might force, the univese grew and reached
interfered with multiverses; space-time was breached

Deduced Hubble, void was gaping, galaxies separating
a mile would be a light-year long; everything parting

It's Crichton, I read; and saw it gaping
but void, it remained; saw Dark matter escaping

Its time to sleep; novel concepts I shall dream,
will have quantum foam all over, this celestial icecream

the twig and the leaf

Feelings so strong; I had hardly noticed,
the driven spirit; filled with Life,
riding the crests of hope;
all set to conquer the troughs

seasoned leaves; leaving the Holy branch
Leaving to seek the truth out there
the other truth; which the twig discovers
lies in living with the tree; experiencing growth

very charged my spirit has become
restless to surge out,
breaking the hopeless body;
want to empower the soul; the resource within

thoughts have filled the timeless soul,
every barrier to be broken
every mind-less soul to be shaken
Holy branch is poised; twig waiting to become seasoned

intensity of reality was greatly admired,
roots were shaken; spirit and soul were charged
a new dawn awaits; a generation awakens,
Twig waits its turn while the leaf boldens

season has come; every leaf is breaking off
wind helping it break; saying get off
old systems and old culture; shedding off
Soul migrates to a new leaf; again - lets start off

A new twig is born; a new leaf changed
exuding Life; oozing freshness from within
the subtle aroma brought by distant land
where it rains; bringing Life to another seed

Untitled >>

Untitled thoughts coalescing
They begin and end with Love
End, to Love?
Love is eternal; unending

Exploring Love
Lone side of Love
Bright side of Love
My side of Love
The Love side

Thoughts still remain untitled
Why to title it?
Exploring is important; Experiencing is

Thoughts piling up
Need to file'em up
Gotta flag'em up
Love, keeps popping up

Loved and near ones
Far away but real ones
Lot of crushes; was Loved once
Love, yes, it happened once

Untitled, they still remain
Love, they still contain,
Thoughts, I proudly proclaim
Contain Love, I still maintain

Love, show yourself
An iota, where you reside
Non-Love thoughts; subside
Only Love, in every stride

>> to be continued >>

Cerebral Brouhaha

Yes, as weird as it gets..

You are strange in your form; Mind chats with Life,
What’s apparent isn’t; what to expect from this strife?

As weird as it gets, son of Adam; Life talks,
But take it in your stride, get over such thoughts

Is there anything outside this divine chaos?
Why serendipity is absent in complex tasks?

The strange is yet to come, the Mind reassures,
What’s Life got to do with it; the Big M ponders

Conclusion is where you get tired of thinking; I read,
Tired of thinking, eh? Inspires such fear, such dread

The unexpected becomes real; Mind is boggled,
Life, where art thou? The way? Mind crumbled.

As weird as it gets, truly...

Life, or something like it..

Wierd title, right? Yeah, well, I was wondering about it too... After deep pretence and absolutely no forethought, I decided to go ahead with this title...

Life's been, as usual, very hectic!! A Big event is reaching its completion; called NIMA Index 2006. We have presented our company at this exhibition.. Encountering maddening crowd.. Actually, clients are hidden in this crowd.. Locating and approaching the right person is a skillful art, which I am gradually learning.. :)

A crowd of around 1.5 Lacs (thas rite!) is expected. Our target is 10,000 ppl (only). Having one of the first stalls in Nima Index has its distinct advantages. We can target ppl when they are fresh and can bombard them with our 'spiel'. They have greater attention span. Ok, more of my blah later..

Anyways, I will fill in the details later once the exhibition is over and the real stuff of contacting these clients shall begin...

Lotsa things to do; lotsa things to plan,
Gotta do it with passion; gotta do it with elan

Strictly a human game - our concept,
There's lot more to do; one would expect

Experiences, both new and old; understanding them bit by bit,
Cherishing Growth in the process; Life, or something like it

Changing perceptions

My perceptions about the world are changing,
The reality is subtle and engaging,
The time is rolling ahead and churning,
Deep within, a new soul is emerging

As the new life emerges and blossoms,
Cherishes as it grows and fathoms,
unattempted efforts; as our 'self' sharpens
Opportunities grow and life brightens

The Santa who spoke Marathi!!

Santa Claus Lives!! I proudly read the thoughts passing through my mind. With this very thought I was jolted back to reality. I was amidst the crowd in Nasik and had gone shopping on Christmas Eve!

Standing out of the crowd due to his popular attire, Santa was speaking to all sorts of people; people from all levels, communities and age. Children from 6 to 60 years were trying to speak with him. After all, everyone wanted their wishes to get fulfilled and have them delivered in the stockings.

“Santa Claus. There is so much to learn from him. He has so many avatars,” I pondered. "He is the epitome of beatitude. A messenger of love. A stimulus of hope that affirms that the coming year would be still better. A ray of determination that strengthens the fact that the harder and smarter you work, the bigger and better shall you reap!"

He is persistence personified. No matter WHO you are, where you are, how you are; he will come and deliver your wishes!! Yes, he is an egalitarian, who treats every individual in the same unbiased manner irrespective of his cast and creed.

With that very thought, I realized how oblivious I had become to the surrounding. My mother was trying to tell me something. But I was lost. Lost to the Vishwaroop avatars of Santa Claus. Lost to the limitless positive interpretations that Santa was open to.

For a moment, this led me to a different yet relevant stream of thoughts once again. It generated a great concern for those individuals that pose ridiculous questions about Santa’s existence.

Of course, Santa lives! He lives in everyone’s heart and soul. He lives in different avatars, though. Therefore, these avatars need to be explored by all these souls.

The next jolt of reality came from Santa himself. After his Vishwaroop manifestation of avatars, I thought I was having a divine experience. But it was real. I immediately recalled this, “We are not human beings having a divine experience. We are divine beings having a human experience!”

He spoke to me, “Bhiu Nakos, Mee Tuzhya Paathi Shee Aahe!!”(Don’t be afraid, I am always there with you!) I lost all my residual awareness. Was I hearing the line that was preached many decades back by a Hindu saint, Swami Samartha?

Could it be that Santa represented everyone’s faith in GOD? All Gods work for common goals, don’t they? Harmony & Growth of every being on this earth. So does Santa!! How interesting? Admiration was what I felt for Santa at that moment. This and the immensity of his avatars were growing at an unprecedented rate.

Where was I heading towards with this? Was I trying to uncover the underlying secret of working of all Gods? Was it the connection between all of them that I was discovering? Was it the ….Ohh! I was getting lost again.

Too many questions. Fewer answers. I want to balance this equation. But how?

I began thinking, “If on this auspicious occasion, such a great mystery is revealed, may be time is waiting for another golden opportunity to uncover this secret to me!” The next thought crept up my mind almost instantly, “And that auspicious occasion could be any moment henceforth. It’s our perception of an occasion that makes it auspicious. I have to live in the moment. I have to be present in the moment to enjoy its beauty, for its reverence!

“The more we respect the moment, the more we work in the present, better are our chances of understanding its beauty and its vastness. And also, better are the chances that these mysteries are revealed to us!!

No November

"Ok. It went fast!" I am talking about the pace with which Nov05 appeared and passed by.. I was just a mute spectator. Passively oberving days that were rushing by..

The routine couldnt be more hectic. Arre yaar... not a single blog in N05? Whats up, Saurabh? Couldnt spare even 10 mins for your mind?

As days went by; months became days,
Yesterday; is a month old - Oh! what a pace

The month that shriveled in a day; then into past,
Dearth of time - I felt; "Work dude, work really fast"

A sudden flux of thoughts / ideas / concepts, as I am thinking make me feel normal - again. The Dec05 that has come with a thundering pace should halt for some time, while I feel its presence.

Yes, Rodin's Thinker has all the time to think. Cuz that's what he is, 'The Thinker'. But, for me Dec05 would be all about pace, work, effectiveness - Acting rather than mere thinking. Good.

Welcome Dec05, you are here to stay for some time.. Maybe forever - in my mind atleast.. :)

The Gift

I value the gift you give me,
Intangible it may be in its form

The lasting Values that you have bestowed,
Driving generations ahead; character gets restored

This Love that my love shares,
A feeling of beatitude; the way she cares

The Life which itself is a gift,
Understand this; feel a paradigm shift

Your Blessings; which helps me thrive,
In this tough world; they help me survive

This very Breath that helps me live,
Could be the best of all; that you could give

Its valuable coz it makes me special,
And helps me grow within; grow beyond

Where you lead me... I follow...

Oh Path! Where do you wait?
Restless I become in your search,
Fathoming your existence; your nature,
Tracing your identity in this confused mess

One who finds you has arrived,
One who has lost you; is striving,
You sit poised and observe; us humans;
In our attempt to bring order to this chaos

Those who reach you are still restless,
Those unable to; are still in distress,
How shall I find you in your latent form,
In purity you exist; manifest to tangible

You manifest to those with purpose,
And drive them to their goal; their cause,
Happy they are to find you in nascent form,
They take journey with you; to your completion

Close encounter with the mind

Thoughts, thoughts and thoughts... jus can't live without'em. They become words when properly thought. Jus writing som'thing for the heck of it. Nothing flowing..

My mind in oblivion and I feel lonely,
What I ought to be; am impersonating slowly

Thoughts and the patterns in total mess,
Help me out God; please bless

Some thoughts on this gloomy day,
reverberate in my mind and stay

I know this day would go away fast,
Drab day, dull patterns wont really last

Already gumption seems to have taken over me,
Want to fly beyond reach; want to be just me

The power of mind I have quickly discovered,
Dullness is just a state; happiness got triggered

Now I feel totally renewed,
Rejoicing I am; and feel revived

Chaos Cleansing

My mind is digging the oblivion, trying to confound it with awareness. It is trying to stimulate elation in my morbid brain. It shall manifest, I am certain. The mind consumes lethargy and supplements it with ample dose of energy to keep my mortal cycle running.

This process of rejuvenation stems from a mere thought of loved and dear ones. You diagnose your self with Love! It drives us insane when we expound the state of our heart to her and she agrees. I am experiencing a transcendental feeling called Love.

It still remanins something profound and mystical. It is driven by something incomprehensible existing since eternity till eternity. It just happens!



Ok. fellas... this was just some chaotic outburst I experienced today... need not make sense to yal. Still cleared my mind from disorder and brought new order to it! Chaos Cleansing, shall I say! :)

An element called Love...and Nature

Very playful soul the nature has,
Teaches us while it plays,
The simplicity it exudes,
Is still profound in its form

It has given us this mind,
To think and grow rich,
But we confuse and fickle
Its power we need to harness

The element of love,
Co-existing since eternity,
Also known as bond,
Newton called it gravity

The element of love
Omnipresent
And intangible
Drives us
Makes us feel divine

Entices
Captures our imagination
Signifies the bond
Between two beings

The element of love
So intense
And playful
Serene
And vivacious

The element of love
helps us live life
in days of sadness
in days of utter dismay
in days of total helplessness
at times when you feel gloomy
at times when you feel alone
at times of utter confusion

when hope seems to be the only anchor in our life...

This element of love lifts us and navigates us to live Life!