Ananda
beautiful
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.
Hush! It’s Secret..
Dear Diary,
I hope you are well my dear friend. If you may ask the same, I am feeling utmost pleasure at present too. Thinking about whom I should say about what I have felt, there is no one more perfect than you. It’s about my secret admirer. Yes, there is something about him I can’t quite put my hand on but I am pretty sure he had fallen hard for me. On different occasions, he had proven his feelings for me obscuring his actions from others but it has caught my eyes recently. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle, there is no other answer more suitable than what I would say ‘Love’. Heard of the fact that people go miles for Love and turns out it is in fact the truth.
Oh! I forgot to tell you, my school pals decided on a soiree, yes, I am enthralled about meeting them. Enthused about sharing with them the stories about the past years we were separated. But one thing that matters to me is him again. I am sure if this rendezvous we are planning comes into his knowledge, through thick and thin he would try to bring his presence there, for he can have a sight of me. When we were all together in the past, I remember the smile, stare and glances he showered secretly at me, hidden from others.
Only if he knew.
He just couldn’t keep his eyes off me I would say though normally these kinds of doings cause vexation but the truth is I have grown to like the way he looks at me, the warmth of his affection could be felt just from his stare.And I am perplexed by the muse about the wonders his mere touch or his lips could do.
The thought of him excites me yet petrifies me because I still can’t accept the one fact Diary, the one fact that I have fallen for him too.
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.
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
Transition
My Strength & Weakness
You are my weakness, my love.
We dwell in different bodies.
And our separation petrifies me.
Aches my heart when you are in pain.
Tearing apart making me insane.
Yet I am sane when you’re nigh.
As long as you’re safe, I feel fine.
Our closeness pampers me.
Because my soul resides in you,
yours in mine.
And I realize my strength is you,
my love.
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.
7 Colours
The Sun beamed with ecstasy,
And the clouds roared with tears of joy.
The winds added harmony to nature’s taste.
The trees swayed along with nature’s pace,
and the blooming Earth embellished nature’s face.
The glistening rays met the glinting drops,
A picturesque creation reminding the love from God.
Love is Blind
The Unborn
His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.
L.O.V.E
It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.
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.
Ecstasy
Happiness was when I toddled around, crying for my favourite candy, smiling
at every relative who came and went, munching the rolls of rice with curry mama gave me and dozing off with toys around, free of responsibilties.
Life Story
I never knew that the pages I
skipped, the chapters I closed and the new meanings I learned
were crucial until I arrived at the climax of my story.
Book: Fate
Author:God
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