The Rising Sun

The rising sun age old yet new and inspiring lighting up the world with its soft pink rays; just watching the familiar hues dance on the still water I return to emotions that never truly left. Just as the sun sets it rises again wide arms embracing a new day

An Ode to Vincent

If i had a time machine i would have spent a lifetime just being around him ,observing him , talking to him and may be wiping a few of his tears...I have spent a full day at Van gogh's museum and still came back empty & craving for more , as i felt there is so much to know about him and his works .I somehow can relate to him so much and each of his piantings .God knows how and why but whenever i see his work i tend to think what frame of mind he might have been at that moment. Read his complete life story , did a bit of research on the letters he wrote to Theo ( His brother ). I simply fail to understand why a genius is recognized post humous ! Does it need a lifetime for someone to get accredited for his work ? And why are all great men ( and women ) eccentric . Is eccentricity = genius or is it vice versa . Glad that Don Mc lean composed something which is incredible : Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you, But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your life, as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you. Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, Frameless head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still. Perhaps they never will...

Main Hoon..

Gar khuda hai ,aur khuda ki khudai hai..... to main hoon gar toofan hai , aur toofan se joojhti ek kashti hai.. to main hoon gar aankhen hai , aur aankhen mein khawab hai... to main hoon gar kante hai, aur kanto mein lipti ek muskurati kali hai... to main hoon gar sir pe aasma hai, aur pairon ke niche ek tukda zameen.... to main hoon gar aasha hai, aur vishwas hai ki kal suraj niklega... to sumjho ki main hoon       Manpreet 15th June 2003 ( from my collection of poems )

Tiny Little thing called Heart

As a child while sitting on the edge of my terrace and looking at the stars, i always dreamt of a fairyland which is beyond moon or perhaps On the Moon . Some strange imagination ( totally filmy) white foggy land , waterfalls , butterflies shuttering from flowers to peaches, scented breeze ...Thanks to our lullaby and the great Indian cinema which paints a rosy picture of this world and makes that idealism stays with us...only thing is , we grow up in size but that little heart somewhere is still idealistic &  full of dreams. I do sometimes hate this part of my being but largely i am grateful for it ,as it gives me that innocence to trust and love god and its creation and to HOPE every time and  in all times. Many a times Ive hoped against hope and been cheated by life but largely ive come out more wiser and stronger, as my tiny heart still believes in those fairies and still  HOPES and as long as i have the power of those four miraculous words i can conquer the world. What if i still dont conquer the world i think by then i would've conquered myself ..what a victory that shall be . So my friends keep that tiny heart busy with dreams , hopes and anything which your mind might say "Unimaginable"...I still carry that little heart with me and that's my true companion.When it gets a bit run down by the pseudo ism around , i tell him listen my friend they dont know you nor they understand you , for you are the one which makes Life LIVE .

Life's Anatomy

Life as we all know has zillions of definitions , it is one topic on which thesis could be written and has been written. Zillions of poets have romanced with it , researchers have proved the validity of its being in sentient beings, Media is a bit lopsided by capturing only the so called worthy lives, NGO 's work for the lives of downtrodden, doctors claim to save it through each of their successful operations, biographies are written on the rich , famous and the Wise men, god men and spiritual masters claim to have tamed it and mastered it. A birth of a child is called "arrival of Life", a by pass surgery of an 85 yr old is called "extension of life", a nano second that saved you from an accident is called a "miraculous life", an IIT IIM degree guarantees you a " successful Life", The Rs or dollars in your bank account determine your "Life's Identity" , a beggar on the street is called a "destitute life", a 12 year old working on a tea stall to earn his daily bread is called a "poor life", a magnaimous stardom is called a " celebrated life", a mediocre household is called if a " struggling life", a big car determines your "life's success quotient", a beautiful wife depicts a "life of marital bliss", a man who died yesterday succumbed to his circumstances is a "Life wasted", zillions who take birth , struggle  and die are "lives lessor known". So what exactly is amongst all this, which we call LIFE? Does it have any definition , any theory which can provide its nomenclature and genesis! do we really need to put it in definitions and theories. Is it not beyond everything and everyone. Every breath we inhale is life ... who defines which life is better or worst ? who possibly can ? when one does not even know the path one is gonna walk in this lifetime. How can one life be wretched and the other be blessed? isn't LIFE the same in every atom , neuron and proton of our beings. Don't we all breathe the same air alias O2?  Life doesn't need our definitions, LIFE tells us to Live in each nano second and to breathe and appreciate whatever it is giving our way. As we do not know the larger agenda life has for each one of us. All we have give back to life is our gratitude and acceptance, for we cant question as we are ignorant to the larger self. Each Life is precious and should be respected. Life is Eternal and is beyond comprehension of any human brain. So do not DEFINE IT , LIVE IT, EXperience it, LOVE IT and above all Respect It. ( 7th June 2013, 16:12 hours , IST, By Manpreet Oberoi )

Musings...

So here i am back in the lost world of emotions, of writings, of poetry and proses of few tears of joy & sorrow, of a search for life, of many good things and bad ones life has to offer, of all the concoctions of emotions and finally of a true purpose of Life…Life beckons you…this is my life. Writing and expressing my inner most heart. That's me…i was always like this but layered. The layer of " Oh you gotta be bahiving like this "…" oh you need to be financially strong"…" oh big girls don't cry"…"oh Boys can't be boy friends "…."Oh nights are shady"….today i stand here to break all those conditioning thoughts which engulfed my being for past 36 years. A soul that was wanting to break free and it could only fathom the grit to do it now. Have ou ever pondered what we were when we were born and what we turn out to become. Half of it is totally against our true self and our path. Still we walk those path due to our so called moral & societal upbringing. I can't get those years back, the naive and intoxicated youth may be gone but the spirits alive. I feel liberated today as i write these words. Those notions and baggages have gone. I feel i am ALIVE i feel blessed even in the most painful circumstances as i feel i am closest to what i should have been…i am now walking the path i was made to walk. Amongst all the delusions life threw at me , i managed to clear the fog and walk alone…. The journey is beautiful than the destination….