in pursuit of happiness

It has so been in last few months,
I have learnt a little better to handle life.
I also suspect that in the process
Souls in my orbit have also found a synchronicity.

I evolve to understand
That only soul important enough to satisfy is one’s self.

And with the mighty sun being metaphorically fixed in a spot
Rest of the heavenly bodies find place
Here they find peace.

So I am in pursuit of happiness
As this is not just important for me
Also, for the happiness of the rest of the universe.

But I am no sage
And do not wish to be one,
Detached, only to an extent of being able to feel the pain and joy of this world.

So I need to go about the worldly chores,
Within the societal set norms,
Reach, achieve, preach and practice
Face all kinds of evolving human traits
In the bargain
Hurt some and some hurt you,
Joy and pleasure are a part of happiness
But sorrow is not what you are seeking
Guess it’s a package.

If I set some goals and achieving is like winning,
Then there are bound to be losses.

A friend just enlightened,
“Fight because it’s just, not to loose or win”

Pico Iyer confirms my observations

“I’m not sure I knew the details of all these lives when I was 29, but I did begin to guess that happiness lies less in our circumstances than in what we make of them, in every sense. “There is nothing either good or bad,” I had heard in high school, from Hamlet, “but thinking makes it so.” I had been lucky enough at that point to stumble into the life I might have dreamed of as a boy: a great job writing on world affairs for Time magazine, an apartment (officially at least) on Park Avenue, enough time and money to take vacations in Burma, Morocco, El Salvador. But every time I went to one of those places, I noticed that the people I met there, mired in difficulty and often warfare, seemed to have more energy and even optimism than the friends I’d grown up with in privileged, peaceful Santa Barbara, Calif., many of whom were on their fourth marriages and seeing a therapist every day. Though I knew that poverty certainly didn’t buy happiness, I wasn’t convinced that money did either.”

I am quite convinced by both the observations.

Realizing that,
Attachment and detachment
To every activity, goal, person or material
To the extent of having complete awareness of the futility of the objective.

It seems impossible
This Gita like Gyan,
Makes sense only when a close soul departs, in 12 day mourning period
It is also ironical that,
The sermons of Gita
Which should actually detach you from the world,
Lets you fight for it.

I am already in the grind,
Mid way,
There are prescribed posts of success which we all have to strive hard enough to achieve

I can surely draw a line in pursuit of peace.
So what is that I want?

Kids being able to read Robinson Crusoe.
Write long letters to me.
Being able to retain the jewelry that my wife got from her or my parents.
A comfortable abode,
Friends who can buy you a decent drink
Do without Viagra till I am sixty
Love and not seek reciprocation,
Reciprocate to unconditional love
Forgive everyone within an hour.
A good nights sleep
See the world.

Lets see if this finds me bliss.

aroma therapy

all the blood running in your veins,
pumped by your heart
reaching every cell of your body,

temperature being controlled
by the radiation of tiny droplets of water on your skin,
sweat
mixed with every other hormone and elements,
form an essence
an aroma

through my organ for smell
reach into my blood, veins and heart,
mingling with the elements within

form an aura of you
tingling my senses
keeping me alive

till another day

of the physical
I have achieved
sight, sound and now smell

touch and taste are just for a mortal ending

i-me-baak

its been a while.
Last few months have been more of rigour and less of vigour.
The thought of Wanting to share my walk has eluded.
Or maybe I was looking away from the audience, forgetting that it was all solitary me all the while.
I realise again,
That's its always me.
with the new gadget,
I am baak.