WANDERINGS OF A NOMAD

A friend who is true is  possibly the best gift anyone can ask for and maybe I was looking for someone, sometime. This is one of my really old poems that I had the pleasure of finding written in margins of an even older book. While reading it now I wondered if I was still searching for that elusive best friend. And the one word answer is NO :) because I guess I made myself, my best friend. And I believe that liberates one from a plethora of pretenses, setting you free to enjoy your life the way you would want to. In darkness your face was a shadow I wandered everywhere to locate you I kept on looking, searching and roving Trying hard to find a friend who is true. Sometimes the darkness fooled my eyes Other times I was blinded by bright light I kept on looking, searching and roving Looking for you somewhere in my sight. Tears were streaming down my face And the dark clouds had already flown I kept on looking, searching and roving Wondering if answe

Time is a manifestation of chance. Well some would argue the other way, but everything around us the whole universe included, is just a manifestation of chance. And yet we continuously tend to ignore this Creator. Chance is nothing but randomness, yet we are so uncomfortable with this randomness. We crave for security, in every aspect of our life. But what if we changed our way of looking, just saying I want randomness, I want surprises. That is awesomeness, it is not the absence of insecurity or of fear or sadness but our ability to cope with and enjoy these emotions too; after all that’s what they are emotions. I know you are smirking…easier said than done   J   I couldn’t have agreed more. But these thoughts are maybe the first step (probably the easiest ones) towards any action. Passing by another day and another night The old eyes of time rarely lose sight Picking randomly much to chance’s delight Crowning some & leaving others to their pl