Where afterall???

Its three something in the afternoon. I'm feeling sleepy. My ear is paining. I guess I've destroyed my ear drum. And then its Monday. That means I have to write at least two to three stories for rest of the week. Boy!!! How do you think I will handle this??

But you know what? This always happens and I always handle it. Isn't this so strange...I don't understand how this machine, my body, has been made. To me its miraculous. Working under strange conditions even when the brain doesn't function as it should. Huh!! This ability to push further is what??Will I guess. But where does it happen?Inside the brain? Can I ever see this force. I do feel it , experience it. But I never get to know where it works. Where in my body??

Like Gulzaar Saab says," Dard kya hai? Kyun hai? Kahan hota hai yeh bhi to pata nahi!!"...Indeed I always wonder where these forces, this urge to do better, to continue work, to forgive, also that feeling of pain when you really miss someone. Where do all these work? Where do they happen? I never understand. Seriously, when I miss someone and it feels terrible, I try to find out where in my body does it feel so. Never found out. Poets say its the heart and soul. I know it cannot be the heart. Scientifically that's not related to emotions directly I guess. Soul....Hmmmm...Now that's something. May be that is where. But then that's not a part of my body I guess. But why do I feel this strange thing. This "will" thing within me. So? Is brain the right answer. But I don't feel anything here in my brain.....I feel its somewhere else..Well, you would laugh at me.....

Your Will

Here I am,back to your lap.

Entering into the rule of wild,

You remind me

Of what I am.

But a dependent, on sun and rain;

On this flowing stream,

On the force that its sound has,

Yes, on water and its waves.

You remind me

Of what you give;

Fire and shade,

Thirst and water,

Life and death!

What weird mystery?

What is this strange power you possess?

How complete you make me, my world!

Mother dear,

whatever I do,

In this life I owe you,

Is not right,

Not wrong either!

Its just natural.

Its Your Will.....

“Whenever you are around”

“Whenever you are around”

May be I could not let you know,

But whenever you are around,

Few wishes grow, deep in my heart;

Which rise, then fall to ground.

Sometimes it is the coyness,

That let's go this pretty thought:

Of walking together on golden sand-

On cold nights & days hot….

A few times it's been my ego,

That says it should be you,

To chat about summers under snowfall;

Or, of the drops of dew-

That you would show me on tulips,

At dawn, in a valley of flowers…

Or just of a wet dusk together,

Under Mother Nature's shower….

And when you're around it so happens;

I think but don't confess,

'cos I don't want to miss out,

A thought you start afresh…

So remind me to share few more thoughts,

If you're together or around …

Since, to let you know of these

Words, I have not yet found...