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.

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.

The Unborn


His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.


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.

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’.

Woman

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“I dedicate this piece to all the women out there, be proud to be you, Happy Women’s Day.

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  When she was born
    she was accused of being a girl


  When she blossomed
  she became the attraction

  When her beauty rose
she became a prey for predators

When she greyed
 she was ostracized.


  Everyone forgot the fact that Once
   she was a daughter
   she was a sister
   she was a mother

    And the fact that


    she was the incarnation of     

    the Goddesses.