Uncertain...

When you feel happy about something you have never felt before... It is sometimes not a very real feeling of happiness, it passes away so quickly... the feelings, are they true even at that moment of pleasure? They are gone as how a breeze touches you nose... a sense, a swipe of it ends as if it never comes... The existance itself is a sense... When you hav it u get to have luxuries of colliding with senses all around, when you don't, the sense itself is empty... A shell without feeling, but do we exploit our sense to enquire the genuine sense of the surroundings? We never even know what genuine senses are anyway... The poets and writers have described them so every vividly.. But in their sense itself is it really the exact senses they have experienced? it's all about living near a thermal place... You heard people saying it is hot, there shouldn't be any hands dippping into it, but you never try cause the consequences have proven it all..You do not want to experience that consequences to get the sense of it yourself...
That is why i sometimes feel not the reality of realities...

May the soul of Sathya Sai Baba live among us who have faith in him, a godfather of my birth whom my mother had taken Him to be... Om Sai Ram....

Sense of security...

Where is that feeling... I've lost it to the cold of winter, the withered leaves of autumn, the creek of spring, and the waves of summer... where it had been lost, near the flower bed, by the stream, among the rocks, carried away by ripples... I couldn't see for once, the changing of tides, as day combines with night, when the nightingale sings its heart out, to the glaring sun which pierce deep into the down feather... where is it kept, by father of time, mother of seasons, granny of the past and grandpa of the present... it's in a ball, curled, frozen, forgotten, knowing its time of glory had passed... waiting for the True Spring where it will bud again... Hoping...