Perspective

Nothing motivates me to write more,
than rejection or its perception.
Nothing stops me from writing more,
than the eventual correction.

Nothing makes me more happy,
than writing these little lines.
Nothing makes me more gloomy,
than a failure or its signs.

Alas, I cannot write anymore!
The motivation is no more.
Happy, I am not sad now,
Sad, I am not happy now!

Kalah Pacati Bhutani Sarvani

I wonder if God exists?
I can never stop wondering,
even if all I do is wondering.
I ask myself, what is Godliness?
May be God is like time,
or is it the other way round?
Time like god? Odd it does sound.
But a timely help is a godly help!

Who is a better doctor than time?
Heals even those deeper in the body.
Who is a better lover if not time?
Never leaves you alone, even in sleep.
Can you feel time? Can you hear it?
Can you see it? Well, it is like God!
But you can measure it. Do we, really?
Time isn't just seconds. It is history.

Who is ever present? Who defined ever?
Time defines itself. Nothing else can.
Who does bad to you and who good?
Who asks questions and who gives answers?
Who produces miracles and who disasters?
Who brought you here and who takes you away?
Where were you before and where after? 
In Time, By Time, Along Time and With Time.

What are you if not a part of Time?
What is life if not a speck of Time?
As the Great Indian Novel says: 
Kalah pacati bhutani sarvani!
In this cauldron fashioned from delusion, with
the sun as fire and day and night as kindling wood,
the months and seasons as the ladle for stirring,
Time cooks all beings: This is the simple truth.


Acknowledgments: Ideas are drawn from The Mahabharatha and the last four lines are taken from The Difficulty of Being Good by Gurcharan Das.