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.

Broken Vow

“For better or for worse”

I paused,

“I am letting you go”.

Rejection

It was the first time.

The first time I got rejected.

Unexpected, it broke me apart.

It felt like a thousand stones weighing

down my heart.

She said no.

Even though she knew

it was my favourite choclate bar.

Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.

Advice to Self

Life was busy yet I found time to stroll through the garden where we first met. It has been an year still I don’t know why I come back here. I am trying hard to move on but I can’t. I am trying hard to forget but I can’t. I am trying to live but I am not able to. So I decided to stop this all for once.

          It was cold but the warm rays were comforting. The atmosphere in the park was similar to the first  time I met her. It was like the nature was bidding me farewell for all the memories that we had made together. Only difference was she was not there beside me and the visit, the last  one.
Sitting on the bench that led to our rendezvous, I closed my eyes.

          Beside me I saw her, her eyes, her smile, the first time she did that and I fell for her. From there on, I went through all our first times. The times alongside the riverbed where we first kissed, the first night
when we touched each other’s souls. Our first fight. It all seemed like yesterday. I was waken by the wetness that I felt on my cheeks. Tears of joy, pain or poignance, it was difficult to understand.
  
             But suddenly I was startled by the aged, grey haired man sitting next to me. 75 or so I thought. What bemused me was he was staring right into my eyes and what amazed me more was that his eyes had the same blue tinge just like mine.

“Are you okay? Do you need any help?”


“You asking me? This nature knows who needs help right now.”


“Pardon, I didn’t get what you said? Why were you staring at me?”.

“Let me tell you something, you miss someone, someone you loved, but she is not with you anymore and now you are grieving to get back together but you are not able to understand what you did wrong because you were totally honest with her, right”.
               
“Yes, but how..how?”

“Did you love her?”

“Yes”

“Did she love you?”

“Yes”

“Then why did she leave you?”

“I….I.. don’t know”.

“You know true lovers are separated only by death, and that is the real pain you can’t never forget. Believe me this is nothing compared to that. Let me tell you this, you may have really loved her but if she had loved you like the way you felt for her she would have never done this to you. Why are you sobbing for something that wasn’t true?.”.

“You are absolutely right. Thank you, really, I am feeling much better, I need to go now, have  some unfinished business to take care of but may I ask you something, how come I didn’t see you when you came here?”

“You called me.”

“I called you but I don’t even know you?”.

“Oh, there is no one else in this world who knows me better than you do.”

“What are you saying?”

“You will understand everything but not now”.

“Ok one more thing,are you a mind reader, how did you know what I was thinking?”.

He smiled vaguely.

“No, I am not, experiences taught me, life made me and nature bought me”.

Not understanding what he meant by that I started walking back to the entrance when I realised I forgot something. Before turning around, I asked

“Sorry, What is your name?”.

“The name people call you”.

I turned around stunned.
But the bench was empty.

Shocked I left the garden by leaving all the memories there. Lulled by the thought that I am yet to find my true love…