I seek
that,
which was not
supposed to be
I seek
that,
which had not
occurred to me
I seek
that,
which occurs
accidentally
I seek
that,
which suddenly
overwhelms me
people
say,
I know not
what I want to be
people
say,
I live
indecisively
can you then
teach me,
a more
creative way to be ?
shekhar
It has been a long time since I was looking for something that I have not lost…
The time is soon to come when I will lose something that I dont have at the moment…
These moments, emotions, life…
is nothing but an answer to all those questions that are just not answerable. Yes, these answers are not possible but it just happens to question all those answers that are present…
What is this moment made of? Is life making the moment or is the moment summing up life?
Where are the questions and what are the answers…
This life is weird with all these weird moments.
I guess the easiest thought is just that
Life is a moment and a moment is Life itself.
Live it! That’s what it says time and again!
I seek that which seeks me..
I too, am a seeker…
I have found that the most creative seeking I can do is within myself. If we seek answers in others, even the most intelligent and wise… we will remain in the same place as we began.
Sometimes, when I am overwhelmed by my mind, I place my hand on my heart, close my eyes, and just breathe. Your heart knows what to do…
Is there a way to get in touch with you in regards to your upcoming films? I have admired your work for a very long time. My family and I are originally from Bombay, but have lived in NY for over 20yrs. I was interested in any casting calls or any assistance I can provide in helping you with your films. Will look forward to hearing from you. Thank You.
Suddenly, unexpectedly……
Driftwood found himself drifting in the Arabian Sea.
Everyone had told him to stay in..
“theres nothing you want out there…
Everywhere you will see, you will see the sea,
not to mention the sea sickness!!”
But here he was…drifting…
Whats a piece of driftwood gonna do?
If I keep drifting long enough..
Will I jam a propeller and cause the mother of all oily slicks?
Will a shipwrecked sailor hang on to me…even a Pakistani one?
Or will I just keep on drifting?
He looked around…
There were no crytal balls drifting in the Arabian Sea.
looking around me…there are no answers
it is tasteless
without sound and sight
I am not to feel this experience nor inhale its fragrance
there within my escape
I reach and finally arrive
to this place
of
knowing…nothing.
As close as my heartbeat
Still as distant as the sky
A melody so faint, far
yet comforting me inside
Filling me with a feeling unknown
As if pain bringing pleasure to life
Is the song sung by the silence
Being alone, being with you
In solitude there’s company
In darkness an embrace of light
In a fraction an eternity
A love entrenched, embedded in me
far beyond words describe, unspeakable
But sung in the song of the silence