Du lever – Hans Børli


Du rusler gjennom skogen,
med sol på hendene dine
som varmen av blyge kjærtegn.
Da trår du på en kongle på stien,
kjenner det mjuke trykket av den
gjennom sålen på skoen din.

En liten hendelse, «så» liten at den nesten er ingenting.
Men vær hos den
med hele ditt menneske.
For det hender deg på jorden dette.
Du lever. Lever. 
– Hans Børli

My translation 🙂

“While strolling in the woods
with the sun shining on your hands
like the warmth of a shy caress,
you step on a pine cone on the trail
and feel its softness
through the sole of your shoe.

A small incident, ‘so’ small that it is almost nothing.
But, let it happen
with everyone you know.
For it happened to you in this world.
You are alive. Still alive.”





When? What?

I’m starting to see
the beauty in this place
this face
of my world
my place
no I don’t want to leave
not anytime soon
not when I feel
weak and defeated
When I leave
I want to go
with peace in my heart
with peace on my mind

What if you lose today?
What if you don’t get what you want?
What if you fall on your knees
on to the ground?
There’s no perfect death
you die everyday
and you wake up
with a desire to live more

There’s no truth
there’s no lie
all is what you perceive
and can receive

What is peace?
you can find tranquility
in a storm

What is pride?

Are there better things
to look for?

A walk to serenity

(This is something I wrote after a hiking trip to a buddhist monastery. In those days, I used to write a lot, don’t know what has happened these days 😦 . Original post here: http://www.everestuncensored.org/2714/2008/06/12/a-walk-to-serenity-dharmaraj-foundation-monastery-amitabh-monastery/)

a walk to serenity

through the plains and hills,
through the shades of the pine trees
away from this feverish place
to a place where we can rest

a walk to serenity
where we discard our beast
where silence tortures us the least
where the sound of the chimes
soothes our mind
where the dark clouds pour rain
instead of just another gloomy day
where the eyes of the enlightened
watches us with respect
for we are at peace
with the nature,
with the world around us
with the creatures, that surround us

a walk to serenity
a moment of peace
a touch of the infinity
a moment of bliss

we walked the road
we kissed the reason
we met the non-existent
beyond the horizon!


The  body never stops you from doing anything that you can.

Its your mind  that holds you back

Like a rock tied to your timeline.

You drag it all the  way; no escape.

The heaviest part –

the darkest patch of memory

that sucks in your desires like a black hole

lives there happily.

So strong that you can almost feel it

as if it were a seed,

stuck in its growth

fossilized, and buried with the remains of the past.


There is nothing like the comforts of home,

people around you

surround you

Nothing like the feeling of being cared

everyone talking

about the mistakes you’ve made

and how not to do it again!


But is this real?

This feeling of belonging,

does it make you strong?


Too much to carry

carry me again
don’t touch me
i will lose my mind
but i’m thinking right
too many walls i’ve seen
couldn’t keep me out
what makes you think i’m lost?

faded memories bring more pain
but crystal clear, and i don’t want to do it again
makes me afraid
too much happiness
not good
the best ones are vague
entangled with emotions
that feeds my heart
otherwise its a blood pumping device
just another machinery
keeping me alive


for the last time,
I looked for some stability
something to think of besides the abnormal;
a focus for life
but it seems
things keep on happening
and i cannot help
but be inspired by these changes
and wait for them to take me somewhere

for the first time, i know
i haven’t understood myself
you do
let me think so
for now
i’m afraid

clarity, for some reason, doesn’t exist!

I know

What am I
What have I become?

I ask these questions
once in a while…

whenever I feel like running
from what I need to do.

whenever i feel the burden
and the fear returning…

and I tell you,
it keeps returning!

I never got the answers…
but …
i am here.
and ..
you know!


The more you feel you are getting things for “free”, the weaker you get. I would like to work for what I deserve. The feeling that I have something that I don’t deserve makes me feel guilty. Of course i don’t want to work my ass off for everything in life, but for somethings, I feel I need to work hard. Otherwise, I will just use it and boast about it, and destroy it and feel bad at the end. and regret about it and try to figure out what went wrong. that’s how I pay . “TWICE”. So what is free is not free.I did work for it, you did work for it . Cheers to life !

Going through my old notes … this one touched me today:
Nothing comes for free

Pave the way for your thoughts

Small things are good to keep in your mind, but too many of those clogs our ability to think beyond what is and what can be seen. I have been flirting around with my thoughts, my ideas for a long time now and it feels quite monotonous playing with them just on my mind. Idea needs commitment to produce something. If we leave it before it matures, it withers away – just like a plant does or a relationship. Ideas need to be fed with questions and groomed with responsibility. Actions pave the way and give direction to ideas.

Some life

Don’t judge me yet.
I weep in words,
The tear-circus is out of town,
Its been too long.
And would you notice?
I bleed for relief,
from patches of happiness and sorrow, and
search for darkness,
in this emotional de-light.

I believe in the fate that
has been constructed for me –
walls and closed doors,
and bewitched eyes.
Green is as green as that paint on the wall,
pain is as painful as eye can see and hear.
But wait,
don’t judge me yet!
To lose is one thing,
to give up is one thing,
being hopeless is another,
to die doesn’t matter… but …
To come to a world that –
greets you with expectations,
breeds you to be useful,
feeds you with emotions,
tames you with greed –
… and … To carve your own way
through this desert
and not leave a trace,
that would be some life!

Fields of snow

Every tree, green and yellow
are now
grayed out by the snow.
the hills have suddenly
grown older –
look wiser.
Watching the fields, with seeds of life –
lying underneath –
awaiting patiently
for their turn to rise
with the sun,
gives me a strange sense of relief.

I look at them from within
a running van.
My mind races faster
My heart, sometimes
skipping a beat.
An anticipated defeat.
But then, I bear a calm face.

The snow covered fields
give me comfort,
not joy – just comfort.
and with every spin of the wheels
I feel closer to them.


i know it always has to be me
have to come running after you
you might look at me as if i were a beggar
that’s why you don’t notice me
sometimes i feel, that i love you too much
but maybe all of this,
it’s not enough
‘coz you don’t say anything at all
and it seems, to me, that you don’t care
so confused

Forever can’t be

Forever can’t be
never, ask me,
clever – i am, not.

graver made
the frost
to rust, so…
it melt into

that washed
away – our trust.

now i sit here
watching, … what …

b   u   d      u     t     g    t      e
   o   n        s       o    e     h     r

create a river

b e t w e e n                          u s.

and … i see no boat;
i see no bridge.

just forever, ahead of me

but… it just can’t be
never, ask me
though –

clever I am, not!

Painful Grateful

If everyone got what they deserved,
the world would be a different place
it could be better
it could be worse
but it would be different, that’s for sure

some say, if you hang on, you might see the truth
don’t stop trying, never quit
some say, if you move along, you might find your way
don’t try too much in vain
well I wonder, if everyone got what they wanted
would they ever be satisfied with what they’d have?

i just believe that every person has
so much pain inside that
you’d never imagine that he’d ever laughed
that’s it
if you search for pain,
it comes to you
if you keep looking,
you’ll see it in you,
and everyone around you

me – it narrows down the world
lets me concentrate
happiness (as i look for it) has kept on spoiling me – constantly
it gives me too many options
gives me a sense of a fake pride
keeps me confused
pain, it gives me just one reason – life.

Beauty Awakes

The sun dances in the sky
after the long cold winter
and he doesn’t want to go

the earth is waking up
with a new look
and how beautiful she looks

the more he looks at her
the more beautiful she gets
and he doesn’t want to go

such is spring after winter
here in Norway
and i don’t want to go

the more i look at her
the better she gets everyday
and i can relate

is it ‘coz i admire her
that she’s getting beautiful?
i’ll never know
but for now,
i don’t want to go!