See all you can and Love what you see.

It was a liner for an ad.The words meant more.How beautiful the thought was.Love what you see and see all that you can.Well, the world can be such a beautiful place if only we could see with love.

Its a beautiful world. Just filled with pebbles of joy and beauty.Some big.Some small. Yet, they are there everywhere.I beleive that everything on earth runs parallel.There many time slices in the universe and they run together in unison and are parallel.Time slices of technology and the biz world.Families,smiles laughter,fights , gatherings,births,funerals on the other.Maybe war stricken countries and war weathered men on one slice.The nature in solitude all by itself on another slice.Life just keeps moving but the beauty and serenity of things are forever ,waiting for the human eyes to feast upon them across the parallel slices of time and life.Well, there are loads of thoughts strewn across human minds at any point of time and its fascinating to see through them anytime. Life unravels itself every moment and not an iota of thought is left withought wondering, how beautiful this timeless science of creation is spinning towards eternity.Watching a flower bloom fade and die.Its not sooner that this is wiped by the beautiful blooming flowers from the place of the previous.The sequel of life just continues.Its amazing to be a witness to the wonders around us.A beautiful world with loads and loads of treasures waiting to be set eyes upon.Give everything a thought and a glance.You will see much more than what was visible to the naked eye before the very instant.There is much more than what we can see. See all you can and Love what you see.

Writing

There is an unique sensation that tingles when I hold a pen and paper .

Its mystery how the world has moved on and in truth 'moving on' into completely new spheres as new additions of discoveries and inventions infest its every second of existance. New thoughts..new appendages to the already existing complicated lifestyles. I beleive in simplicity and elegance. Somehow, the thought of having to pay through credit cards, electronic addictions, having to type every thought letter by letter on an impersonal piece of plastic called the keyboard ..well I can keep adding on as I do the very thing of typing the flow of my thoughts through the very keyboard..all these have never fascinated me enough as much as the thought of holding a simple ink pen with thoughts flowing as the  dark ink flows with ease on a well parched piece of crisp white paper. We write articles for professional reasons, we write resumes , we write cheques and business letters...but how many of us write our minds..our thoughts ..just the unique combinations of words and letters and symbols that create a mayhem in our minds.Thoughts from hidden lanes of our memories, revisiting images from the darkest corners of our minds, feelings that flash on seeing anything that crosses in our daily existance, a sudden gush of anger, a pang of jealousy, a wit of humor or just anything that happens to us. Its a vanishing art of expressing our expressions through an array of beautiful pearl like words.Im tied when it comes to speaking my mind out.I feel like I am liberated when im yarning yards of words on paper.Nothing can compete  with the old joy of writing.I must say my hand still craves for that crisp white paper and a fountain pen.!