Beings in The Vastness of Being

Life is always a sinking ship.

You cannot survive just by learning to swim.

Because there is no land of happiness to be found in the Vast Ocean of Truth.

Only when you learn to sink in, you will be free of suffering.

The usual is every voyager does sink in but only when the ship sinks in.

And will end up again in another sinking ship.

Recognition of sinking in gracefully and being one with the Ocean before the ship sinks are the true means to Freedom and Bliss.

“Who am I”

“Why do you waste your time like this?”,
a passerby asked a sanyasi sitting by the riverside.

He remained silent.

“Don’t you want to live a life?”

Without opening his eyes, in a voice deeper from within him asked back.

“You have lived your life?”

“I have. I still do. I have started a family, I own a house, and I own a business. made money, finding ways to make more, so I can live happily”, he replied egoistically.

“You think you will be happy in the end?”

“Yes, I have owned everything”

But with one reply from the Sanyasi, his ego was broken to smithereens.

“You don’t own your breath”

Universal Consciousness

“Why are you alone, Babaji?”

The hot summer evening saw the usual bustling.

The street was similar to the ones shown by the white men in their films, it was brushed with a tinge of yellow blanketed by the dust from the vehicles and by the smoke rising from the street stalls.

The aroma of spices that marked the Indian culture made the scene picturesque.

But the white-bearded man resting peacefully among this chaos was what caught Brooke’s eyes.

He had come from Britain to find why the thought of India attracted him the most. And at the sight of the old man who had a slight grin on his face, he knew exactly where to ask.

Babaji was sitting with his eyes closed, the question was heard but he remained silent.

Brooke touched his feet and said, “Please do answer my question, Babaji, I would like to know my purpose here”.

Brooke was startled by a voice that was deep yet calm like the ocean.

“What brought you here is your purpose, young man.”

“But I don’t understand”.

“You will.”

Babaji stood up from his trance, touched Brooke’s head and began to recede away, moving peacefully like a bubble floating above the chaotic waves of the ocean.

Brooke was flabbergasted by what he saw. Everything around him vanished, he felt his whole body vibrate in the rhythm of the universe while his eyes reflected his true self.

It felt like hours before he opened his eyes but it took only two minutes, he realised. He searched for Babaji, and he spotted him far away moving at the same pace, the pace of the Universe.

Captivating

“We have been talking about your works till now, being a writer is sure ecstatic but what are the other things you do at your leisure?”

“Oh yes, I love languages and I proudly say I am a polyglot.”

“Oh that’s wonderful sir, and your readers would surely like to know your favorite language, from the languages you have learned so far, which one has captivated you?”

“The one I learned first”

“Your mother tongue?”

“No, it comes second, the one that comes first for me is the language of love.”

Adios

“I can’t wait anymore”, she said.

“Wait for what?”, he asked

“For you to fall in love with me”, she replied.

Confession

“When I saw you with her,
my heart felt heavy, that night
I bawled my eyes out,
the tears were rampant.
Never thought about love but
to my surprise, that was the
moment I realized I was in love .”

She chuckled and said,
“No one in this world would
have realized love and had broken
heart together like I did”.

Staring into his eyes, she added
“Love is the strongest emotion,
it can push you into the depths
of despair or it can lead you to the
purest of blissfulness, the former
happens if you search it from outside,
And I have been through it. The latter
is what I have learned lately.
You are the reason for it.
Hope you are happy with her.”

“I don’t know what to say, I am speechless “, he sat numb.

“You don’t have to say anything,
you already showed me, thank you
because now I have my closure”.

Woo

Beau

Bracing myself, I grasped his hand in fear.
He clasped me tight in his arms, embracing me with love.

Crush

The tree in the campus felt more welcoming. Sitting alone I began to play with my feet.

“I don’t care anymore”, I maundered.

“Me too”, a voice replied.

“I don’t care about my looks”.

“Even I don’t”.

“I don’t care about my faults”.

“That too also”.

“I don’t care about my flaws”.

“Ohh yes of course”.

“Excuse me, stop mocking me”, I retorted.

I stopped looking down at my feet and steered my eyes to the voice. He was staring right into my eyes.

“I only care about you, your eyes and your smile. “

I blushed.

Lose and Lost

Standing in the place where the alley once stood, he reminisced their first kiss. “I miss you”, he etched on a brick in the debris.  It’s been 8 years. One night had changed his life. Shattered everything. But the debris remained. He threw the rock and walked away in grief. The rock fell near something that shimmered in the scorching sun. It was a promise ring.

Valentine

Gone With The Wind…

The moment I returned to my true home,

I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,

strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.

I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.

Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.

“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.

An Angel

Gaze

Nature’s Antenna

“Hey it’s a full moon tonight, remember what we promised”

“Yes, love, how can I forget”

The full moon shone brighter than ever, he sent her a voice message, and she replied with the same, they both looked up the sky, fervently glaring at the moon, they played the message- ‘I love you’.

“Innocence”

In the restaurant,

he stared at me,

leisurely his eyes glowed at my lips.

He slowly swayed towards me
swallowing and craving
under his excitement.

I could see the nervousness in
his eyes, he asked

“Will ya gi me the…ta candy?”,
seeing me smile, the toddler
screamed back to his mum,
“I wan..na. cany, mummy.”,
his lisp just made my day.

Unsated

Even when the trophies
marked the success in my
life, they were not the
fruit of my dreams.

Wise

“The age is just a number, your real age is defined by the number of mistakes you make and how much you have learnt from it, how much you have grown, for that I am still young, lad, so think before you call me grandpa”- he laughed hysterically yet fervidly at the newspaper boy.

He was too wise to be a ‘madman’, that was what the people called.

Futile

The one born without vision longed to see, to express his opinion without fear of fallacy.

The one born without voice
longed to speak, to express his opinion in his words of wisdom .

The one born without ears
longed to hear, to express his opinion by listening to with love .

The one born with everything decided to remain deaf, blind and mute.

The Journey Begins…

“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”

― Lisa See

I have an addiction-writing. The rapturous delight of writing brings about the utmost ecstasy of sharing the obscured feelings I have in the hope that there are people out there reading them. And through my words, if hearts could be touched, believe me, it is the highest award that a writer could ever procure. I ardently hope to do that through my tales.

                                                      Welcome to my world, Biblichor.