12:27 PM She: sak
hws u
Sak: Hi She....Living
12:28 PM How about you?
She: hmm
im alright
worked up work wise
waiting for a break
trying to hand over work
12:29 PM Sak: Because you are going out for a vacation?
She: yea
Sak: nice to know.
but work is there to work up
12:31 PM I am basking myself in the color of the sky these days
12:32 PM It is so beautiful to see the sky losing its mystery
as the light comes in
and the World wakes up
and it so beautiful as the days wears the evening dress
assuming mystery
12:33 PM and gets deeper and deeper
This is a perception for today
She: sounds awesome
12:34 PM Sak: and tomorrow my perception differs assigning importance to the dawn instead of the dusk
It also makes me wonder
almost everything is MAYA
And who are we?
What are we?
brilliant
sheer brilliant
12:35 PM She: who are we not to be - sheer brilliant
12:36 PM She: we are a part of the universe
and that by itself is brilliant
12:36 PM Sak: makes me raise my arm
12:38 PM This
is just the stage that might have motivated people to wonder if there
is really something called a heaven with all the setup as said in the
scriptures
She: :)
Sak: Yes..we are part of this universe and i wonder if we are also watched just as we watch a part of this universe
She: sounds positive enough
Sak: May be we are all like that cloud
She: everyone is watched
Sak: which sails
constantly
She: we , as humans watch all the time
12:39 PM u think we are not watched?
yep
constantly
Sak: may be we are some design that is beyond comprehension
She: its like being an infant
not for a moment is the babe out of sight or mind from the mother
something like that
and yeah
before u say so
12:40 PM exceptions are not examples
even though each of us is unique and exceptional in our own way
Sak: :-)
how did you know i was to say that
She: hahah
12:41 PM just
Sak: My paintings are more than a substantiation for me for what I am to my own self
Unique and exceptional and at the same time watched
She: its an expose and an extension i would say
and a veiled expose
Sak: watched by something that is very much inside me
12:42 PM She: cause one"s got to see it beyond the veil to understand it the way u thought it
Sak: yes...i peep out most of the times
My neck hurts
but
She: problem is
most dont peep ino tu
12:43 PM into u
or at least try to
Sak: Yes. That is exactly the problem
But when i meet a person like you
who not just peeps into but dives into me
it is fun
She: to the point of sounding pompous...i am rare and i know
im abt 500 years old
12:44 PM and u dont meet sum1 that old usually
hahaha
Sak: no...you dont
12:45 PM She: hahahah
ok
Sak: And it is the human way of saying that how old you are
but there is another way of saying it...
12:46 PM She: like how
Sak: Like the way i feel
i feel your age when you dive into me
12:47 PM And i always felt it
that you said it but still didnt SAY it
How many can we count like this
we hear but we dont literally HEAR
we say but we dont literally SAY
12:48 PM We smell but we dont literally SMELL
She: ah...ure right
i mostly do that
i use about 4 of my senses at least
Sak: thoroughly wonderful to be blended in and at the same time feel out of it as you get to see the whole thing
She: considering i count a safe 6 senses on common grounds
Sak: city talks with you
12:49 PM She: does
Sak: the night sleeps with you
the clouds dance with you
She: naah
the night enters you
Sak: the breeze scintillates you
yes..you are right
the night enters me
She: in ur dreams in the unconscious thoughts that visit
Sak: :-)
And i feel possessed
She: quite unlike hte day when noise ovewhelms everything else
12:51 PM Sak: She...this is also in a way of making love...
Have you felt it? or is it just I am feeling it
Words are so beautiful that they create worlds of so close to real
but yes...not yet real
for the real takes away its own respect
12:52 PM She: well...like they say,
Sak: And i admire reality for what reality is when compared to the World that we almost all the time are buried in
She: its all in you
so yea
words are just a means
Sak: Yes...it like we feel that its all inus
She: of ex-pression
12:53 PM what cannot gets xpressed, God allowed other senses to take over
Sak: we explore those senses to the depth of it
and if you fail to?
well then you are dead
if you live...you explore
just to see the depth
12:54 PM the depth of what senses are
She: isnt failure too a sort of ones own reprimand
why carry the guilt of failure iwhen u can take it on as a lesson that can open other doors
12:55 PM Sak: exactly
But i feel
She: conversing with u is a delight
Sak: it is a prejudiced way of looking at an effort
She: but u know what
i have to be really smoked up to say these very same things
12:56 PM but i can chat abt it even when im sober
thats the funny part
Sak:
failure is a prejudiced way of looking at an effort...it is just a term
that has sanguinity assigned...assigned by whom? assigned by us
And when my Dad told me that i am afraid of failure
all i could think of is the term called failure
12:57 PM What if i shrug the blanket called Society and system and stand naked
She: such a sorry thing to be focussed on
Sak: will this term stick on to me?
She: yes - if u allow it to
Sak: And if this term doesnt mean anything, then what the hell am i afraid off?
of?
She: jsut because someone calls u a loser - does it make u one
12:58 PM Sak: yes..it is as simple as that
She: only of u allow it to
Sak: so again we reiterate it is all in there in us just as the way we feel it
She: totally
12:59 PM Sak: so one of the first things we did is that we swallowed the whole universe into us
She:
there are so many moments even in my relationship with him - we are
talking about a situation and im ready to cry, im so frustrated
mostly i tell him to let me be then
Sak: And there is so much thta we all can swallow more and more
She: that i will talk abt it later
gives me time to ruminate and see the sense in it
Sak: yes...time..thats what it is...
She: and not because im forcing myself to see that way
Sak: the time is the person who guides you to the sense
She: but because i see what lies beyond it
1:00 PM Sak: takes you by your hand
She: yep
u said it
Sak: lets you be what you want to be
and slowly and steadily
slips you
She: totally
Sak: to the point that it wants to make
And once we get to the point
She: ah thats all moss and slime stuck to the rocks
Sak: we forget this great person called Time
She: the solidity of the rock still remains within
1:01 PM never ignored by time
1:02 PM Sak: yes...
She: u know wehat
what
Sak: Amazing thought
She: i can hear u drift beyond
a germ of a thought being converted to colours and forms and ingredieants
i have a feeling ure onto the canvas
Sak: yes
1:03 PM I am in between
taking a break
from the literal painting to another painting
in which you have a brush
and i have too
and we have a canvas
that we visualise
1:04 PM She: yep
the master takes upon the paintbrush
and paints a mighty sea
in beautiful colours
bold
majestically
someone looks upon the canvas
1:05 PM wishing one might add
a small detail of beauty
and yet
stops
because he/she percieves there is no talent for it
but then
words, actions, feelings
paint a picture too
and all details can be added
1:06 PM its just to know
Sak: So this is why i always said that you are an artist
She: life is a canvas
hahahah
Sak: Now...lets do this
Life is a canvas
She: its not me speaking there
its something i read years and years ago
i was 11 then
Sak: but it is interesting to think that life is one BIG canvas
1:07 PM and every body are just artists with their own brushes painting it
She: totally
Sak: And this is why i feel that we are being watched?
Sak: Whom are we painting this for?
She: yep thats why u feel
urself
and ur soul
