Happy new monday 2015

it’s the same train. it’s the same mail. perhaps it’s the same evening too. they say that time’s an illusion. i think about that sometimes. sampath just posted on fb a scan of a marketing examination that I had set for his batch more than half a decade ago. when I looked at it i wondered about the questions i had set. and smiled. when he looked at it he wondered about the answers he had written. and smiled. and for brief a moment we had transcended both time and space. and become just two smiling ends of one thought. i think about that too. it’s the same train. it’s the same mail. it’s the same mountain. the same buffaloes grazing nonchalantly while the sun sets gently behind them. it’s the same smoke lazily making its way up while the fires hug the ground. the same boys chasing the same soccer ball on them same fields, kicking up the same dust that shimmers like a muslin curtain in that slanting dusk. and it’s the same guptajee feasting on this timeless scene - eyes bright, mouth agape, and the heart quietly listening . to this song of love eternal

(and thank you usha for sharing this poem. so beautiful. and so just in time J) it’s the same new year coming back again and again. the same new beginnings easing the same old pain. i am a child blissfully lost in the laps of the sages. i am a bird gone high on the rock of the ages. it’s the same old time but somehow its new. it’s the same old rhyme yet its different too. the river has flown, the cells have replaced. the heart has known, the mind has erased. time’s an illusion yet something shifts. loves a collusion and these are its gifts. the same train, the same mountain, the same sights for us to see. yet it’s the first time we are seeing each other and that’s the way will always be J to paraphrase that “timeless” song that pink floyd actually intended to write J the sun is the same in a relative way and we are just bolder. longer in breath. and one eternal moment further from death. J they say a new year has come to be. here’s to all the new mondays of our destiny. may they be lived ever fresh, ever free. much much love, d&s