127 results for 'Uttam Gill'
I have not been writing consistently for last few months and to me writing is more than a passion. Today once again, I am getting into the mode, to regain my lost touch. Today with all certainty, I am committing myself with absolute intention to clean up the mess, of my own emotional turmoil. While doing so, I deny any invasive gesture of anybody, who intends to belittle me. Those who have done is a story of past and I don’t hold any grudges. All within the gamut of my reasons, let me construct my life with more sanity, love and passion.
Yes my friend, we must understand the thresh... (more)
I was at the emotional edges with my confabulating mind, which incessantly was coercing me to redraw the lines of disposition about the existential core of my belief. My elemental core was never questioned so audaciously by the invasive gestures of thoughts. I got alarmed by the constant recruitment of thoughts of subversive nature in me, whereby my own sanity can be taken over. I asked myself…Am I possessed? Why such alienating thoughts creeping in? I questioned the very validity of such invasive build up in me… To inhale the truth, I many a time takes a recourse, whereby I embrace the Mother... (more)
“ RAMBA HO…HO…HO…HO…HO...SAMBA HO”
Nothing is as imposing as the postures of dance…nothing is as electrifying as the rhythmic moves in dance...Nothing is as seductive as the spell of charming moves of the dancers…nothing is as curvaceous as the angular tapestry of the body of a dancers…When we dance we live…While we dance, we define the infinite space for body and soul to liberate…In the cosmic existence of our body and soul there exist a mystical energy, which creates dance…Dance transforms us with the delicate moves of our body into a emblem beauty of pure existence…Nothing as revealing... (more)
I can feel, someone is out there…It is dark and nothing is visible and I struggle my way through the chaotic conditions. There is no noise but I felt instinctively, the sob…is this an illusion…No it is not. I knew about the existence of life beyond the invisible… I hurries my pace and calls loudly;”Is anybody out here” The silence redeems back my voice to me. In the redemption of my probe the articulating instinct refuses to yield. Unyieldingly, I traverse more vigorously into the dark and calls again; “Hello! I know you are here…come on don’t worry; it’s me…I know you are there, you are scared,... (more)
The rituals of love confines to vows Falling on to the days we consigned Time fills with time so as the hearts Starvation raises the siren The fallen hopes script the obituary I retain the solemn pledges to relive To rise from the ashes to standby Starvation raises the siren Tonight I am broken so will cry The night in its fold holds me The comfort of the dark haunts me Starvation raises the siren The stormy dreams took her away I beg the storm to calm down I woke up and yell “Where you are” Starvation raises the siren By-Uttam Singh Gill(more)
In the mindless orgy of our contradictions we try to exist as saint. As the one; the most enlightened….As the one, who is just an ordinary human being but trying to play with the cosmetic tools of high moral ground…traditions, customs…and what not…The macabre display of the audacity is so visible in every part of our day to day life… Amazing are the rules of the game here of this world. With the arrogance of self proclamation, people try to write-off genuine concern. Who the hell are those who talk so loudly about humanity under the draconian practices and belief? It sucks me to see the outrageous... (more)
When somebody goes unannounced leaving no mark…The reasons thereafter when emerges in your mind, perhaps no one would ever wish to have…As now it has come I suddenly see nothing…nothing beyond. No sound gain perfection to make way inside. I am in state of absolute silence, feeling the audacious and droned display of my own circumvention…My trial by me only and once again I am on to the same old platform where I ask myself; “damn it…you once again got into this… ”How could I explain to myself…I yell… ”Damn it you man…what you think of yourself… someone out of world, a great trendsetter…you stupid... (more)
Are you somewhere from where you cannot return ...are you somewhere from where you don’t hear. Are you so oblivious of the truth that you exist? If not then, where are you? Today, once again I question my elusive subjection to your existence. ...I yell loudly: “No you are here...you just cannot vanish.”Who are you? I think, I saw you a moment ago but I am not sure. Why I am not so sure? Why is that, I am not able to get it? Why, I am brandishing, my yell to scare you? Am I pretending? Now listen to me, answer me please. Why is that, I feel, you are here? I saw you, that was you and I am very... (more)
My Dear Sir,
From the semantics, I wish to rise above and truthfully wish to say things, which perhaps, would ruffle you. And to be very fair to my grooming and decency, I never wish to say things, to hurt you, if you take this letter as one. If my emotions giving me the liberty to be mighty full to say things, then what I perceive in my observations, surely needs to be worded in fair language of communication. I cease to get drawn into an endless discussions with an individual who refuse to listen but to me you are not an individual; you are more than that. You are not an ordinary man... (more)
“It’s what you have always wanted to accomplish.
Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is. At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives. But, as time passes, a mysterious force begins to convince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their Personal Legend…”This quote from the book Alchemist is so befittingly making my mind, to write the travails of my emotional structuring, which in recent times, to large... (more)