GUDgEON's SpAcE

We came here to sip the honey, and we find our hands and feet sticking to it. We are caught, though we came to catch. We came to enjoy; we are being enjoyed. We came to rule; we are being ruled. We came to work; we are being worked. All the time, we find that. And this comes into every detail of our life. We are being worked upon by other minds, and we are always struggling to work on other minds. We want to enjoy the pleasures of life; and they eat into our vitals. We want to get everything from nature, but we find in the long run that nature takes everything from us — depletes us, and casts us aside. Had it not been for this, life would have been all sunshine. Never mind! With all its failures and successes, with all its joys and sorrows, it can be one succession of sunshine, if only we are not caught. That is the one cause of misery: we are attached, we are being caught. Therefore says the Gita: Work constantly; work, but be not attached; be not caught. Reserve unto y...

My willingness kept increasing . I kept achieving . When I found someone's support , it was achievement . Once I felt someone's ignorance , it was no doubt achievement . When I wept  through whole night , it was my pleasure . Once I kicked someone from my thoughts , it was another pleasure . Sometime people found a burning liar in me , it was happiness . Sometimes I spoke truth to loose everything , it was another happiness . Today , I am sitting all alone , I regret a lot . It feels good being carried off with emotions , But it is hardest to accept a companion . Emotions can't be left behind, they can't be ignored easily . Intellectuals can adjust very quickly with each other . So I tried to do, I tried to be smart as they are, but, I failed my every effort . 'still' I am hanging with the same idea . I am still willing to stand . I still want to achieve the rest .

I am wrong , But, I don’t know, since when . It doesn’t mean , I am right . I hope improvement in me . I try to remember , The last day , When I was alright . Everyday I remember , I have lived , Sorrow and disgrace are wide spread there .   Every night , I cry over myself . I find this and that , And , Nothing to convince . Confusions can be tried over , But, There is enormous complexity . Searching the truth , Means, Putting legs over muddy roads . I can imagine , My dirty dress after then . I want being naked . I want nothing on my mind . Memory like clothes , Are not washable too . Memory like clothes , Can't be put off as well . I need an idea . To get rid of these dirty memories  , I want a sculpture , To make a new , Masterpiece , Capable of loading , Fresh and jolly memories . 'still' I have reasons to live , I have reason to give , why its better to be, ...

I want someone to put , Soft hands on my heart . I want to listen , Those beeps , ups and downs . I don’t know what I want , I don’t know my path either . I am going somewhere, I don't know for what . I don't know my direction , I don’t know my speed either . I don’t know the time , I don’t know to waste . I want someone to put , Soft hands on my heart . To make me listen, Those Pulses , in and out . I am lost , No, there is light . Source is lost , So I am . Lights from background , The brighter they are, Fades the origin , fades the source . I want someone to put , Soft hands on my heart . To make me feel , Blood , iris and pupil in my eyes . To see the truth , I want my imaginations . To feel the right, To feel the better, I need a different world . Where nothing is wrong , Where everything is justifiable . 'still' I need someone to put , Soft hands on my heart . To m...