romanticism vs freedom

That man on Ted stage... I want to be him as well. With that charismatic smile, twinkling eyes and a powerful speech, I am once again swayed into being somebody else or at least romanticizing being him. Yesterday, it was an artist who was living a life of a nomad far away from the clutches of rat race. A day before, it was that adventurer who had rowed unsupported for straight 45 days to cross the ocean. Lest this pattern breaks, I am going to be many personalities with multiple faces day after day. Only, once a man is comfortable in his own skin, does not to impress, loves what he does and does what he loves, and realizes that it ain't about the society polished conformist rather a compassionate heart and fearless spirit, will he break thru the vicious patterns. Only then will he be infinite..
love,
kannav

the infinite

This life, these thoughts, the ideas, passions and originalities have been lived not just once. The present, the world, the stars, galaxies and universe; no, mistake not, for these are not the only ones. What I think is my life and you think is yours, is but a continuum where all is one and one is all. It's just like an infinite ever flowing river, devoid of the concept of time, or of any source and goal. 
It just flows... quite like you, quite like me...
Cheers,
-Kannav

Golden silences..

There was a call on her phone which left her jittery. The room was dimly lit, rather the only light source was the TV which had been paused; just like everything else... Paused... She got up to leave saying little for words were, more often, a mere superfluity between us. She twitched the door knob and then stood there looking at me. In all her confusion I saw the longing she never mentioned, the love that never came about. We had had our share of treasurable silences, but this one was special, this one was complete. In the next moment she left, looking back till I was out of sight, but we both knew that she hadn't......

what are we doing here?

"What are we doing here?", she had asked, part curious and part frustrated owing to discontentment. Her context with 'here' was different than mine; still it didn't count for none of us had any answers.
What am I actually doing here: A robot whiling away through a mechanical life, infinitely looping through patterns, routines, pretensions, some unfulfilled desires, few fulfilled passions, running a race against time, against 'them', against myself. 
But there are times when I do have an answer to this, and ironically in those moments the question doesn't matter, the 'I' doesn't, the time doesn't and the language doesn't. In those moments.... well forget it.... it doesn't matter... :)
Love,
-Kannav