What would you do, if goodbyes were permanent?

Remember how you had a vision of my lifeless hand as you held it? It was mine, but I wasn't there anymore? The wind blew soft, a chill in the air, but it wasn’t just the cold that made the gathering stiff, silent, and brittle—it was something deeper. Something that pressed heavily on the chest...

Quite possibly… forever?

I think it's silly to admit but, I think of what our equation would be like in the afterlife. I think of ways by which I'd send messages to you, telling you that I'm waiting for you patiently, if I ever went first; and I think of ways by which I'd try to reach you...

You carry on…

My enigmatic miracle of a daughter, you're the one that lived on. So live. Home is where you make it, my love. The heart is what you fill it with. Let my love to you, be your love to you. Let my voice be your guide. No matter where you choose to be, I will...

dead to me now

It’s like being compelled to obsess by puppeteers of brain chemicals.  As much as I know how to shake myself out of a delusion, here I still am.  It wasn’t love then… but what about now? Simulation done and I chose it again.  To fake it till I made it. To stick through a thought,...

Notes on death

(old diary entry - date unknown) It’s a beautiful phenomenon. Impermanence makes everything that much more precious. The recognition of what is temporary allows us to cherish it fully. Death is but a transition. From the gross to the subtle. It is as Gurudev says, like changing your clothes. We can’t wear the same clothes...