कुंपणाबाहेरचे कुरण नेहमी जरा जास्तच हिरवे दिसते.

जीवाच्या सरळपणाला मनाचा खोडकरपणा नेहमीच डिवचत असतो.

सरळ वाटेचा तोचतोचपणा आणि आज्ञाधारकता मरगळ आणणारी होते; तर नागमोड्या वळणांवरून धावण्याची हौस जीव मुठीत घ्यायला लावते.

मयाचा बुद्धीवरचा पडदा, खात्रीने न मिळणाऱ्या गोष्टी अधिक आकर्षक करून दाखवतो आणि त्याच्या भूलथापांना व्यवहारीसुद्धा भुलतो.
 कधीतरी हा पडदा सरणार, किंबहुना तो दूर करावाच लागणार हे माहित असूनही मनाची रुंजी त्याभोवती चालूच राहते.


ह्या घालमेलीत काही घुटमळत राहतात, काही वज्राच्या काठीण्याने तो पडदा चिरून बाजूला करतात; तर काही बिलंदर मयावरही कुरघोडी करून त्याने रचलेले चित्र प्रत्यक्षात साकारतात!
 
स्वतःच निर्मिलेल्या नाट्यातील पात्रांच्या ह्या अदा निर्मिकाची छान करमणूक करतात!

HE

I am sure he is there. Where I don’t know; But I can feel him in my mind and in my senses. The breeze through the cool rain reminds me of his presence in this world and the sweet bond between us, which is yet to be formed but already very strong. I feel his warm hug when I am in dismay, can imagine the completeness when he might be besides me. I find my emotions melting and mind searching with the sheer thought of his existence. Who is he? Where is he?
HE IS.

THE BLANK MOMENT

So much behind yet so much ahead, in between these two I am here in this blank moment. Wondering, why there was so much, what and how will there be so much!...even then there is nothing much in this moment! I know I am his toy- the jockey on the life’s pony- is he betting on me? Don’t know but I am sure he can bet on me…because I am his, the master’s, favorite child.
I never remember him when I am on move and conveniently think he doesn’t remember me during such a blank moment. He smiles at my very thought and blows a compassionate kiss to me… and I long that this empty moment should get prolonged…..yeah this blank moment, killing and filling simultaneously…can’t live with or without it.