"The self control of yoga brings freedom from attraction and aversion, the opposing forces that govern material life." - Bhakti Yoga 

I rather be

I rather be called ethical, disciplined, smart and conscientious, than pretty or cutie-pie.

Only the Lonely are Free.

My life is never complete, or rather, that is how I secretly desire. On one side of my life I am happy and free, on the other side, I have to face disappointments of friendship, and expectations from family. Sometimes, things seem too good to be true, like everything is coming together after years of defeat. And I feel like I am not used to this kind of happiness, like I am missing something again - the simplicity of life, the quietness of the heart and the earth, that brings about beauty in unknown ways. The other morning, I saw a toddler in a poor community, running into the fields chasing birds, the best part about it was, the scene was set in front of the early rising sun in winter. The boundless heart of a little child running freely in the open field touched by the beautiful colors of sunrise. There was something pure and happy about the moment. Hence, being far helps me reflect on life. I want to come back down to my beginning, to my roots, to my journey and enjoy the incompleteness of my wishes. I feel more comfortable being far away from 'dreams-come-true' because I feel that, that is where I belong. 

Earth-bound

By nature, I am grounded to the Earth.

I love everything from the scattered rays of the Sun

To its reflections on the mountains,

Lakes and riversides

Transitioned by the beaming moon and stars

Covering the silent earth

In peace and perfection

Such is the Beauty of life

Such is the foundation of life
Of Creation and Being.

Each day starts with a beautiful morning Star.

Two Paths

Be Fearless and Pure; never waver in your determination or your dedication to the spiritual life. Give freely. Be self-controlled, sincere, truthful, loving and full of the desire to serve. - Bhagavad Gita

Tears

The other day I was feeling so low. I feel like every time I start seeing dreams that maybe real after all, I get pulled down by some unforeseen reality. And that was exactly how I felt, something harsh yet familiar to me all along. It kind of brought back revelation on how lonely and undeserving my life had been, yet it was my identity which only my soul could understand. I just pulled out a brave front and ignored the possibility of any such dreams in my life. 

So I dreamed a dream, and dared to live it.

Your strength is my strength

Alot of pain seen in the eyes
Of the vegetable cart seller
Of the young hopefuls training to pass army test
There are alot of unspoken pain
In the majority of nepali workers
Sacrificing their health, their lives
For a better tomorrow
For their family, their loved ones
Their pain speaks strength to me
Your strength is my strength
For a better me
For a better tomorrow

Morning dew

Today’s morning run;

Gloomy, misty and chilly

Refreshing yet perplexing

Thoughts from yesterday -

What is in the heart of the brave?

Scenes in front of my eyes -

Biscuits with tea,

Outside a make-shift shop

Nepali vibes,

A different kind indeed

Are you, like me?
Or am I, like you?

One of Life's Luxury

It has been almost two months since the earthquake first struck home. Since then we have been living in fear, continuing to be traumatized by large aftershocks. In these past few weeks and especially lately, I have treasured the luxury of having my own bed and a roof above that will not collapse while I sleep. The meaning of a room where you can feel safe and comfortable in has changed. I will never look at a homeless person the same way, or an orphan who tries to fit in. Though they are alive and well, they are emotionally and psychologically challenged.
We have started to live in our house, avoiding the top floors as much as possible. Each morning, I am glad that I got my rest, and to be amazingly alive. I wonder how it would have been that in my deep sleep, I am forced to react and not be able to make it or to lose anyone in my family. It would be a nightmare, just like the nightmares that have already unfolded for tens of thousands in the country. Such is the delicacy of life, such is the challenge of life and such is the truth of life. I have learned of the luxury I had been living in and the luxury I am blessed with. Having a room that you know you will be safe in is truly one of the hidden simplicities that I had been taking for granted. I hope for those who are far from such disasters, you will be thankful for your bedroom where you are comfortable, safe and happy in.

I can imagine.

It is hard to go around your normal routine when there is no sight of the future, where or how things will pan out. Being at a crossroad is a process that many go through in life and perhaps, several crossroads in one's life journey. I can imagine that under those occasional grey stormy clouds, the uncontainable forces of nature are telling us something. I can sense the need to stay under cover, stay protected and mainly the need to know the people you love are safe. There are societal pressure to achieve or rather be an over-achiever because that represents success if not you are being foolish and will suffer later. Following and pleasing the minds of those who perceive life to be a certain way, can be hard to ignore. Several questions of your capabilities come not just from others but from self. I can only imagine that those unforeseen lightning storms mean to struck you as it intends to. To appreciate what you have and enjoy being in the moment despite the harshness of your fortune and societal disapprovals.

My Surya

I had just started running in my hometown and it had been years since I had done so. Alot of thoughts cross my mind while I go for my morning runs. One such was the fact that I loved doing it in the wee hours so that I can feel the warmth on my face before seeing the sun, especially in the cold winter. Yesterday, I was too busy thinking about my life during my run that I almost missed the opportunity to give the rising sun in front of me, a big smile for being there. I was thankfully reminded by the person in front of me who was in his morning walk when he suddenly extended his hands and did a 'surya namaskar.' It was the first time I had seen someone do that in the middle of the road. I could feel his heartfelt reverence to the sun and felt a connection to him and how I felt about it. It was the appreciation for the little things that make up our lives. And realized that no matter where I go in life, my surya is a reflection of someone else's surya. 

If only the wind did not blow.

If only the wind did not blow,
And take my sun away,
I would not be cold
And run away..







I would also not think
Of better days and ways,
To find my sun again.

Beautiful people.

Beautiful people are humble and noble

They appear when you feel like there are no one

They are inspiring beyond thought

They are boundless and free

Their words speak universal truth;

Intangible and beautiful.