Flowers and weeds

You see a bud…
You watch them bloom
Into what we call flowers.

You see a seed…
You watch it grow
Into what we call weeds.

Yet, you are sad
To see flowers fall
And weeds grow.


[Still trying to sing (or hum) in the same tune as "It's a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong!]

Aise hii...

Bas yuhi soch raha tha:

• What happens to the words after I erase them off a poem for better effect? Do they vibrate in a void? Do they still exist in an other world?
• How does it feel to make a movie for the first time? Is the experience the same as writing a poem for the first time?
• Why does the river flow? Why does it have to let go? Why does it never look back, except in nostalgia? Why is the river never guilty?
• What is spirituality? Is it an addiction just like drugs? Does it free you? Does it bond you? Doesn’t it make you feel what others tell you that you should feel? Do we have a chance to feel original and genuine?
• Is yoga a heightened sense of awareness? Are these things over-hyped?
• If you were given a life sentence but you always watched the ocean outside your prison window, were you free?
• What happens to the boy who is left orphaned, like a tear on his cheek, because of tidal waves or an earthquake? Does he see an ocean in his teardrop?
• What happens to the millions of sperms who never unite with the egg? Are they reborn? Do they face judgment day?
• What would it be like to hold discussions with Zoroaster, Confucius, Socrates, Khalil Gibran, Rumi, Guru Nanak, Pablo Neruda, Ayn Rand, Sheldon B Kopp, Paulo Coelho, Mahatma Gandhi, and Van Gogh all in a room?
• What if you could communicate to any of the departed greats through any medium?
• Why is water stronger than stone?
• What would it be like to listen to the Christ, the Buddha, and Krishna having a conversation?
• Whom/ on what does Lord Shiva meditate on?